First I'd like to say that I am already a member of this forum and that this is a new username to hide my identity. Moderators please respect the privecy. PLEASE.
I was riding my toward one of the well know trail heads in my city... In order to get to the trail head you have to have to ride through a pretty dark parking lot. It was about 8pm, so it was getting dark, I was trying to make it home before it got too dark. Anyway, So as I cruise through the parking lot some guy in a white shirt jolts at me, grabs my arm and brings me to the groud. Toook me a second to reazile what was happenining. My feet were still clipped into the pedals, and all I could hear is "Take his bike:, "Kick his ass!:.... Alll within those moments I was yelling "Calm down, you got the wrong guy!". THey weren't phased, one guy looked like he had a bat, or a stick, or something, the other three were bent on stealing my bike (which was quite expensive). The only other option I could think of to end this situatuion was to pull out my Glock 27, One round sent waves through everyone. Almost as time had stood still, in a panic they all took off running, I was left there with a pistol in my hand, a scrape on my shoulder, and my bike laying on the ground. I aimed for a giant compost heap, I had no intent on shooting anyone of them. I got back on my bike and BOOKED HOME faster than I ever hace,
Sorry, I can;t reveal my real name here, but I had to share that with you guys. Probably one of the craziest thinks to ever happen to me. Feel free to post this on other furoums. Teach these guys a lesson!
I was riding my toward one of the well know trail heads in my city... In order to get to the trail head you have to have to ride through a pretty dark parking lot. It was about 8pm, so it was getting dark, I was trying to make it home before it got too dark. Anyway, So as I cruise through the parking lot some guy in a white shirt jolts at me, grabs my arm and brings me to the groud. Toook me a second to reazile what was happenining. My feet were still clipped into the pedals, and all I could hear is "Take his bike:, "Kick his ass!:.... Alll within those moments I was yelling "Calm down, you got the wrong guy!". THey weren't phased, one guy looked like he had a bat, or a stick, or something, the other three were bent on stealing my bike (which was quite expensive). The only other option I could think of to end this situatuion was to pull out my Glock 27, One round sent waves through everyone. Almost as time had stood still, in a panic they all took off running, I was left there with a pistol in my hand, a scrape on my shoulder, and my bike laying on the ground. I aimed for a giant compost heap, I had no intent on shooting anyone of them. I got back on my bike and BOOKED HOME faster than I ever hace,
Sorry, I can;t reveal my real name here, but I had to share that with you guys. Probably one of the craziest thinks to ever happen to me. Feel free to post this on other furoums. Teach these guys a lesson!