Extreme pucker, 101
Just got back a bit ago from a ride up to Payson for huevos rancheros and coffee. Beautiful morning.
ANyway, on the way back to Phoenix my pal was ahead about 5 lengths and I am watching as he is fiddling with something under his tank, and his eyes were down. (I was to learn later he was fumbling for his reserve tank switch).
I then see brake lights all over the place in front of him, with cars swerving and blue smoke from skidding. Before I could get my thumb on the horn to wake his ass up, he looks up and makes a quick skidding stop about 5 feet from the bumper of the pickup in front of him. We were cruising at about 60 at the time.
Of course I am looking frantically in my mirrors, and relieved to see that everyone behind us was awake...
Turns out it was a stray dog that nearly got about a dozen people hospitalized, but nothing bad happened other than maybe a near heart attack. We were in Indian Res land and they have a real prob with stray animals.
So all's well that ends well...