Join Date: Aug 2007
Location: The Island City of Alameda
Bikes: '70s Peugeot Fixie, Surly Long Haul Trucker
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I was riding through Alameda at about 10:30 tonight when I had a group of teens on the side of the road decide it would be a great idea to throw something made of glass at me. As I was pedaling by I heard something whip by my head, felt the breeze as it missed by face by about three or four inches, and then heard it shatter on the far side of the road. This was followed by laughter, and then threats, shouts and posturing when I looked over my shoulder at them.
What the hell? Did I do something wrong? What if they had hit me and dropped me in the road? Is that the cue to jump me and steal my bike, or is that when they realize "oh crap, I really f@#$ed up," and run back into their parent's house and leave me bleeding in the gutter?
I don't want anything bad to happen to them, I don't want to go back and beat them up, or have them get run over by cars or anything, it's just got me down on my neighborhood. Who the hell am I living around? Am I surrounded by sadists, or does my neighborhood just share a general lack of empathy or concern for their fellow man?
I guess in the long run I should be happy that I was able to continue by ride with nothing more than rattled nerves and a ruined mood. Still, this was one of the perks of living in this sleepy little town, that I could ride my bike ANYWHERE, at any time, and never get hassled. The easy solution is to not ride down that particular street any more, but I'm angry that I feel I need to make even that concession. Oh well, water under that bridge, but that doesn't mean I'm not still angry about it.