Apparently, one of my two dogs, Elvis, wants to be a bike racer (chaser?). According to my husband who was on our front porch watching the race go by, Elvis pushed open the door as I rode past and attempted to give me an escort to the finish line. I thought I'd dropped him with my sheer cycling prowess but, no, I later learned he'd encountered a friend along the way and detoured for a friendly butt sniff.
A more selfless dog mom might attach a trailer to her bike so Elvis could participate in more races but that would slow me down too much. Perhaps a canine tandem...