Last night on the way home from work, a car load of punks passed
screaming insults and throwing coins or beer caps
– something metal
bounced off my left hip and went ringing down the pavement.
Jenny was right behind me in the car. She and I had spent the evening riding on the Centennial Trail. I had ridden up the hill to the office to retrieve my pack. She met me there, took my pack, and was headed home.
While in the left turn lane from south-bound Pines to east-bound
Broadway, I heard shouts somewhere behind me. The shouts got louder
when I turned my head to my right to see if someone in the car to my
immediate right was trying to speak to me. I never did hear what they
said, but Jenny had her windows down and heard the work
bike. So, she
was already in defensive mode.
Just after the turn, the punks passed, threw some projectile, quite accurately, but with no ill effects, and headed down Broadway. Jenny pulled along side and I told here to get their license plate number.
She caught up with them right away and took down their number. I almost caught them at the next light, McDonald; it turned green just as I arrived.
I did catch them at the following light, Evergreen.
The young punk in the passengers seat got a bit wide eyed when I pulled along side. I'm sure he didn't expect to be caught by a old fat guy on a bicycle.
Words were exchanged, the light turned green, and, as they pulled away,
another coin or bottle cap was hurled my way
– a miss.
Having a license plate number, descriptions of the car and passenger, I called Crime Check as soon as I got home. The operator informed me she would need to send an officer to take the report in person since the incident would be considered an assault.
A report was filed. Now, we'll see what comes of it. The officer who
took the report was completely humorless. If I said he was rude, I
might be mistaken, but not by much. Perhaps it is the required
demeanor of law enforcement
– I don't know. His parting words were
less than encouraging, though:
This will go the the detectives. They might follow up on it.
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