DaViD AuKeR

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At ye olde Oktoberfest (Auktoberfest) Criterium in Mt. Angel, racing

through the barbeque smoke, I hit a dawg on the bottom corner, flipped

and rolled, almost interrupting the Bavarian chicken and saurkraut meal

of spectator. Doggy hair was in my chainwheel. They said I killed the

dog, but I never saw the body.



I love dogs...but not in my chainwheel and not barking, pleeze!



David A.



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