I've mentioned that my first car was an AH 3000. Low slung, with low cut doors. My family home was at the end of a dead-end road, so only one way in. At the beginning of my road, there dwelt a BIG mutt by the name of 'Sampson' who hated sports cars. Usually, there wasn't a problem because I sped by, but one year the city was putting in sewer lines and the road stayed filled with construction potholes and ruts --some of the worst were right in front of Sampson's house. Being 4 inches off the ground and with spoked wheels, I had to creep across this area. Sampson was waiting. Sumbitch stuck his head right in the cockpit snapping and snarling. I swear he looked just like Zuul from Ghost Busters! I made it through. (AH had no roll-up windows. Side curtains and it was summer.)
It wasn't long before I had to go by Zuul again. I took off my shoe and held it by the toe. When he stuck his head in the cockpit, I hit him as hard as I could with the heel right between the ears. Knocked him senseless, he sprawled on the road for a few moments.
He stayed in his yard and barked at me from then on.
