i spent the day riding. all over town, i rode. i bought some stuff for my bike had lingh at a cafe, and then fixed a problem with the break, blah, blah, blah... 7 pm is not the best time to ride major streets in la, so i took the itty bitty roads.
suddenly and out of nowhere, appeared a dog, snarling and snapping. i haven't had this happen, ever! so i peddeled as fast as i could. when i got to the bar for a game of pool, i related the story to a friend. i told him how i didn't think that i've ever had a better day all alone.
but then i went home. a couple of beers later i again had a preference for the slow pace of the back road. i took sunset to gower or bronson and turned on to a dark residential. approaching a stop sign i became aware of two 'vatos', i'll call them, obviously afiliated to some sort of gang, pounding on the window of a car. i thought the car had stopped short and they were 'teaching them a lesson'. no. they were up to no good. a car jacking in action!
i figured it would be harder and more dangerous physically to flip a bit(h on small street lined with cars, 5 feet away from a couple of car jackers, riding a bike i'm not used to riding and have a tendency to clip the front tire with my toes when making a quick turn... soooooooooooo, i clenched my teeth and rode quickly on off to the side. well, the guy farthest from me noticed and started yelling at his pal, who was so very absorbed in beating on the car that it took him some seconds to respond. thankfully.
long story short, he made chase, i turned to see his angry face just feet behind me and like superman, literally flew down the street. lord, was he yelling at me. jack my $hit??? my what??? my centurion and a 22 of tecate? he was either just having fun scaring people in the area, or he was looking for trouble in which ever way he find.
the moral of the story: don't ride the small ones alone in a big city. stick to the lights.
and i thought i was scared about the dog! at least i know i won't piss myself when it counts.