I've had a couple of odd little experiences while riding along the Carrboro/Chapel Hill bike path of late, and the following is one for which I'd like to have a written account:

Yesterday morning, while riding along the section of the bike path just after the Carrboro City Cemetery and about a hundred yards in front of the cement factory, I went by what could have been a living Salvador Dali painting. I realize that, at 8:15 a.m., I was probably still half-asleep, but the scene would have been just as surreal, I think, at midday.

In the football-field sized junkyard (which shares a flimsy chainlink fence with the bike path), I witnessed one boxer-esque, yellow mutt
barking furiously at the back of an old rundown pickup truck. I couldn't tell what was inspiring his behavior, chalking the dog's outrage up to an elusive rat or squirrel. That seemed a little odd to me, but the little junkyard drama got better as I rode past the small auto garage that sits in the middle of all the wreckage. Just after passing the hut, I noticed two more large dogs (one black, one white), both standing about two feet off the ground on separate pieces of junk about 15 feet away from each other. Each was totally upright, on all fours, just sort of lazily staring at the other.

The whole picture made me stop, turn around and go back just to ogle all three dogs. After making the U-turn, however, and coming back a few yards, the two canine statues lost their stone faces, vaulted from their pedestals, and joined their barking mate, braying at me rather than some unseen vermin.