Molly And Motorcycles

Molly does not like motorcycles. At all. Luckily there is only one in our parking lot at the apartment complex. Every time the owner cranks it up, Molly has a barking fit. I first noticed this problem (if you can even call it that) when we were driving to Hendersonville from Gastonia one afternoon. A harley rider pulled up beside us and Molly went ballistic. We passed him and left him in our dust (I showed him some raw 4-cylinder power) but Molly followed him all the way down the road until he was out of sight. I do not know what sets her off about motorcycles but whatever it is, it is not a good thing.