Heh, earlier in my days when I could barely hang on the group, I was in the back position going up a steady but not steep incline. It was steep enough for me not to be able to go too fast. An elderly golden retriever started chasing the group (slowly), but faster than me and she was able to bite on my rear wheel for a second. I felt it slow me down, but eventually i broke free, no harm done.
Also on a group ride we passed a house with a truck parked in the driveway, a huge Rottweiler was off leash with a group of people talking at the front door. The dog ran behind the truck so that we couldn’t see, but it emerged right in the road in front of the group. It stopped because it didn’t know what to do and basically the group just parted around it. Was kind of hairy for those of us in the front having to do some shoulder surfing not to go down, but I imagine it was much scarier for the dog!
Had rented a bike on vacation in Portugal and was riding the quiet roads in the countryside. All good until I rode past this dog that clearly thought he owned the place. The two dips during the sprint is me looking back and seeing that he was still chasing me
While to an Australian getting bombed by a Magpie isnt really anything out of the ordinary, my English girlfriend got her first experience of it when out together on the day of my brothers wedding. Having lived in the UK for 9 years at that point I had kind of forgotten about it and we went out for a nice relaxing jog together. I felt something graze my head, suddenly remembered that this was a thing, turned towards her and shouted “SPRINT” as I shot off. She had absolutely 0 idea what was happening and looked around to be greeted with a rather angry looking bird coming quickly towards her.
This came hot on the heels of having been out for a walk with my family on the morning we landed a duck took against my brother going slightly (and unwittingly) too close to its babies and had taken a leap at him. Luckily it was slightly drizzly that day and he managed to get his umbrella down in time.
The trip got a lot less animal attack based after that.
On a group night mountain bike ride, I was the caboose. Going up a sustained climb I hadn’t ever cleaned had a mountain lion scream at us. She was about 30 feet off the trail. I had fallen off the pack until I heard her. Cleaned the climb and was rubbing the back wheel of the person in front of me at the top. The lion screamed at us twice more while we rode the hill. Wish I would have had a power meter on that bike or my heart monitor on. Good chance there was some PRs. The good news is I’ve cleaned that climb every time since.