Sunday June 30th ’19. 11th day in the saddle (kind-of).
I decided to take today easy, as I was still quite sore from my spill. Plus, I was feeling lazy :-). At the same time, I knew that if I just did nothing, I would ache even more. So, I decided to do a little bit of cycling and walking, just to keep the muscles stretched, and to make myself feel better for being lazy.
I went out to a small park that I cycled by on my way in to town, and found it was quite crowded with people. Which makes what happened next, a little harder to believe. As I was cycling down a path, I saw about 7 or 8 hooligans crowding the area. They turned and saw me, and immediately jumped into action. The ring leader (or so I believe, because he was the one directing the action) motioned to one of the guys to jump on his bicycle and cut me off, and the rest of them to crowd me from the rear while distracted by the lemming. They worked as a well coordinated team. Something I had learned a while back popped into my mind. Never approach a bull from the front, a horse from the rear or an idiot from any direction. In this case, there wasn't much I could do, but approach them and do the zig-zag. A new bicycle dance move.
Unbeknownst to them, I had spent many years training in, and teaching hand-to-hand and hand-to-weapon combat, and knew that it wasn't a fair fight. They would need at least 3 more people to make it fair. At the same time, I really wasn't interested in putting any of them in the hospital, so I had a fairly narrow path of action to avoid the situation as best as I could. As the lead idiot tried to cut me off, I went straight at him, which was the exact opposite of what he was expecting, and then getting nervous that I would smash right into him, he moved back a little. Just enough for me to spin left, and keep going through the gap he had so graciously opened up for me. Of course, he kept trying to get in front of me, and I kept cutting him off, all the while he's shouting, "Stop man, all we want is the bike". In the meantime, the other members of the rat-gang, were quite taken aback that their plan hadn't worked, and just stood their with their mouths open. I actually wanted to go back and teach them one of the most simple elements of a battle plan. And that is "no plan survives first contact with the enemy". In fact, I've been wanting to write a book called "My life is plan B".
All the while, this idiot keeps trying to cut me off, shouting at me to stop, and I finally look at him and say "I'm not stopping my bike, because if I do, I will kill you, and I don't want your mother to call me and thank me."
He literally slammed on his brakes and stopped. And watched as I cycled off waving goodbye. Feeling pretty good abut myself that I was able to avoid an altercation, I cycled off into better parts of town. After all, why put a stumbling block in front of the blind (them, not me thank G-D and thanks due to Dr Cummings and staff at the Wellington Eye clinic).
After a little while cycling around, I went back, and got myself ready for the journey ahead.