Friday, October 22, 2004
I'm wicked bullshit about certain events that transpired yesterday. Recently I've been riding my bike to and from work. It's only about two miles. It's great. I can get there faster than in a car because I don't have to deal with traffic or lights and I get a quick workout. And I get to be sweaty and mildly stinking when I show up for work.
Anyway, on the way home yesterday I was accosted by 6-8 young "urbanites". I was riding up the road minding my own business and I noticed this group of kids (all 14-16 probably) on the sidewalk. I didn't think anything of it. But then as I was riding by one of them jump-kicked at me from the sidewalk and another pelted me with a basketball. I skidded to a stop and confronted the little fuckers. They came at me with unintelligible urban vernacular and gang gesticulations. I stood my ground but I knew I could not defend myself on the pavement in riding cleats. I also didn't want to leave my bike. So I attempted to scold them with fatherly banter. As far as I could tell they heard nothing. I then swore at them and began to ride away. They chased after me and started throwing rocks. They missed but nailed some cars driving by (one of them had a yankees hat on - no wonder he missed).
I saw a cop a little further up the road and I thought about relating my story to him. I then figured if he harassed the little bastards then they might be waiting for me next time with a premeditated intent to do some damage. I will continue to ride this way home from work but if it happens again I'll change my route. I've also told me friends in the area and will keep a cell phone in my pocket so I can call for backup next time. If I could get them onto one of the lawns I could do some brutal damage with the spiked riding cleats. Excellent.
But, seriously, this really angers me. I did absolutely nothing and these kids attacked me. They probably would've taken my shit if they had knocked me off the bike or, even worse, knocked me over into the street during rushhour. Total bullshit. This is also my route home that I take nearly every day. It starts in a sketchy area but not too bad. If I couldn't ride to work anymore it would be a major bummer. That's what I look forward to during the day (certainly not work).
Arrg. Going into a weekend of boozing in Boston all pissed off probably isn't a good thing...ah well. Yo ho!
As an afterthought I might start carrying one of those Cobra Retractable batons. They can open a big ole can of whoopass. Or maybe my grandfather's sword from the Marines. Run some of the scoundrels through.
Words of the Day
brook-to put up with something unpleasant: endure, tolerate
ascetic-pertaining to the practice of rigorous self-discipline or self-denial; one who denounces the material: austere
tortuous-highly involved or intricate: convoluted, winding, intricate
pariah-a person who is rejected (from society or home): outcast
onager-medieval sage weapon; Asiatic donkey
Anyway, on the way home yesterday I was accosted by 6-8 young "urbanites". I was riding up the road minding my own business and I noticed this group of kids (all 14-16 probably) on the sidewalk. I didn't think anything of it. But then as I was riding by one of them jump-kicked at me from the sidewalk and another pelted me with a basketball. I skidded to a stop and confronted the little fuckers. They came at me with unintelligible urban vernacular and gang gesticulations. I stood my ground but I knew I could not defend myself on the pavement in riding cleats. I also didn't want to leave my bike. So I attempted to scold them with fatherly banter. As far as I could tell they heard nothing. I then swore at them and began to ride away. They chased after me and started throwing rocks. They missed but nailed some cars driving by (one of them had a yankees hat on - no wonder he missed).
I saw a cop a little further up the road and I thought about relating my story to him. I then figured if he harassed the little bastards then they might be waiting for me next time with a premeditated intent to do some damage. I will continue to ride this way home from work but if it happens again I'll change my route. I've also told me friends in the area and will keep a cell phone in my pocket so I can call for backup next time. If I could get them onto one of the lawns I could do some brutal damage with the spiked riding cleats. Excellent.
But, seriously, this really angers me. I did absolutely nothing and these kids attacked me. They probably would've taken my shit if they had knocked me off the bike or, even worse, knocked me over into the street during rushhour. Total bullshit. This is also my route home that I take nearly every day. It starts in a sketchy area but not too bad. If I couldn't ride to work anymore it would be a major bummer. That's what I look forward to during the day (certainly not work).
Arrg. Going into a weekend of boozing in Boston all pissed off probably isn't a good thing...ah well. Yo ho!
As an afterthought I might start carrying one of those Cobra Retractable batons. They can open a big ole can of whoopass. Or maybe my grandfather's sword from the Marines. Run some of the scoundrels through.
Words of the Day
brook-to put up with something unpleasant: endure, tolerate
ascetic-pertaining to the practice of rigorous self-discipline or self-denial; one who denounces the material: austere
tortuous-highly involved or intricate: convoluted, winding, intricate
pariah-a person who is rejected (from society or home): outcast
onager-medieval sage weapon; Asiatic donkey
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