A Long Guide Dog Tale

A couple of weeks ago, I went to dinner at my neighbor’s place. There was another couple there who I’d met once before. The woman knew I was a cyclist, so started asking me about how I, as a blind person, could ride a bike. It was time to have some fun!

‘So does Lucy pull you along on the bike?’ she asked.

‘Oh yeah, she’s really good,’ I said, a glass of gin and tonic in my hand that had more gin than tonic, I suspect.

‘Wow, that’s amazing! Is she fast?’

‘Is she ever, especially down hill. She really picks up speed then.’

The rest of the group are silent, intrigued by our conversation, waiting for me to land this poor woman.

‘So how does she tell you when to turn?’

I think I hear a smirk from one of the others.

‘Oh, she just pulls me round the corners. I follow.’

‘Gee whiz, that is so incredible!’

Then I can’t stand it any longer. I’d nearly said that Lucy barks once for left and twice for right, but it’s too much. The others start rolling around when I let this gullible woman know that I ride a tandem, that Lucy has nothing to do with my bike riding.

She probably went red, but I couldn’t see it.

Maybe one day they’ll train guide dogs to pull bikes.

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