I was riding my bicycle to work graveyard at 11:00 PM. A car full of young men came along side of me. One of the punks leaned out of the car and smashed a large bottle over my head. (I was wearing a bike helmet),
They proceeded down the road for 100-150 yards or so and stopped for a light.
I became instantly enraged and tried to catch them on my bike. (to this day I can't believe I did that)
They took off went around the block and came along side me again. One of them leaned out of the car and tried to hit me or knock me off my bike. I grabbed him and tried to push him under the wheels. I think my bike was leaning against the car being drug along. We weren't going very fast.
The car pulled ahead of me and I hadn't fallen nor pulled the guy out of the car.
They stopped a little way up the road and several of them got out of the car. I then remembered my gun.
I also remembered that I had lost it and escalated the situation and was in a real bad situation. I had done wrong and it was 4 against 1.
I broke the rules and fired a warning shot into the ground.
They got back in the car in seconds and were gone!
I went to a phone booth and called the police. I back traced my route and found the remains of the bottle.
The Officer really didn't want to take a report. I told him I had fired a shot and he told me I must be mistaken. I showed him the pistol minus one round. He did agree to make a report. He gave me a ride back home with my bike in the trunk.
Even though I had a helmet on I had been bashed pretty hard and cut.
I went to the ER to be checked out. Since it was Sunday I lost a time and a half shift. And the pleasure of riding my bike to work on swing and graveyard was completely ruined.Every time a car came by I was reaching for my pistol,
Oh and I dumped the Beretta .25 and bought a larger carry pistol.
This was about 1998 or so in Tacoma, WA.
They proceeded down the road for 100-150 yards or so and stopped for a light.
I became instantly enraged and tried to catch them on my bike. (to this day I can't believe I did that)
They took off went around the block and came along side me again. One of them leaned out of the car and tried to hit me or knock me off my bike. I grabbed him and tried to push him under the wheels. I think my bike was leaning against the car being drug along. We weren't going very fast.
The car pulled ahead of me and I hadn't fallen nor pulled the guy out of the car.
They stopped a little way up the road and several of them got out of the car. I then remembered my gun.
I also remembered that I had lost it and escalated the situation and was in a real bad situation. I had done wrong and it was 4 against 1.
I broke the rules and fired a warning shot into the ground.
They got back in the car in seconds and were gone!
I went to a phone booth and called the police. I back traced my route and found the remains of the bottle.
The Officer really didn't want to take a report. I told him I had fired a shot and he told me I must be mistaken. I showed him the pistol minus one round. He did agree to make a report. He gave me a ride back home with my bike in the trunk.
Even though I had a helmet on I had been bashed pretty hard and cut.
I went to the ER to be checked out. Since it was Sunday I lost a time and a half shift. And the pleasure of riding my bike to work on swing and graveyard was completely ruined.Every time a car came by I was reaching for my pistol,
Oh and I dumped the Beretta .25 and bought a larger carry pistol.
This was about 1998 or so in Tacoma, WA.
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