I decided to ride by bike in to work this morning seeing as i had to come into the office on a weekend. There is nice MUP that runs virtually from my doorstep to my office that, while extremely congested in the summer months, is virtually empty in the fall. As i'm about 2 miles into my ride, i come up on a group of "goth" teenagers all dressed in black who have put 3 rows of crabapples across the path. The dorks are standing in front shoulder to shoulder with big grins on their faces. I saw a rider ahead of me slow down get off his bike and walk it on the narrow strip of grass between the path and trees, and as he passed, the kids threw apples at him. As i approached, rather than slowing down, i reach forward on my bullhorns, hunkered down, at put on the afterburners. The kids, seeing me approach, reformed their red rover line, again with big grins on the faces. I head straight for one of them. As i am 2 feet away, the kid in front of me moves aside screaming; i pull up on my front wheel and swing my hand out to the right, connecting with the head of one of the little pissants (next to the kid who moved) who falls to the ground and begins crying like a baby.
While i'm sure i will get chastizing remarks from some, i wasnt taking any chances in light of being attacked by kids this summer.