Bared fangs and foaming at the mouth...

I did something for the first time in my life - call 911. It was a bizarre experience.

Roy and I were having a very pleasant ride on a nice backroad when we spotted a man and two dogs on the road ahead. We slowed and could hear the man screaming in our direction. As we got closer, we realized he was screaming expletives that I won't repeat. We had absolutely no clue what he was worked up about. At this point, he was holding a beautiful Saint Bernard by the collar. The dog wasn't excited at all. I think it just wanted to play.

I asked the man what he wanted us to do, and he just kept the expletives coming. If you removed those words, I think he was upset that we were riding on the road and getting his dogs excited. His face was purple and swollen in a rage. The dogs weren't the ones getting excited. We still had no idea what he wanted us to do.

We rolled slowly forward to where the second dog and a woman were standing. I asked why the man was so upset, and she flew into a similar rage using similar language. Her dog was another Saint Bernard, and wasn't the least bit threatening. Her shade was more of a crimson. The couple threatened to send their dogs after us, which may have resulted in a severe licking, so we rolled down the road a bit.

There were about 15 riders a few miles behind us. This seemed like a dangerous situation, so I called 911. The woman basically told me to go away. We called some of the Crossroads staff to alert them of the situation, but the crazy people and dogs were gone by the time the next group arrived. Roy and I speculated that they may have been drunk or on drugs. We thought they might bring out guns when the next cyclists came by. It was completely weird.

Luckily, there was an old fashioned root beer stand, the White Turkey Drive-In, a few miles ahead in Conneaut, Ohio. I highly recommend a lunch of a turkey sandwich (real turkey roasted and shredded), french fries and a root beer float. It was the perfect cure for human insanity.

Here's a shot of Roy's float.

He asked for the smallest, because he's not a manly man. Isn't the face on it adorable? As it melted the candy eyes melted and it was crying. Aaaawwww.

This was our 10th state line crossing, entering Pennsylvania.

This is the new winner for most pathetic state line sign. Also, there were a bunch of other ugly signs near it, making sure the views were spoiled in all directions.

We're in Erie, Pennsylvania for a rest day today. Time to do laundry, buy a few needed items at a bike shop, and sightsee. We just completed seven straight days and 630 miles of riding. That seems like a lot, but I guess we're all getting used to this. We have 8 more days of riding, so we can smell the finish line. I'm anxious to be done, but still enjoying every moment of this journey.