Saturday, July 26, 2008

showdown on the 29th street assaultway

So I'm riding west on the "greenway" the other night, about 1830, dodging parked cherry-pickers and the much too occasional recumbent. I see a few familiar faces, wave, smile, perhaps the occasional ring of my bell. I'm happily riding down heading to connect for a beer with my buddy Christof, fresh in town from across the Atlantic when right after crossing under the 12th Ave bridge a 3-inch (7.6cm) diameter rock flies past my head to the right. I lock up my rear wheel, spin around with my camera powered up and wait for these jack-holes to show their faces - less than a minute later some punk fuck struts south high up on the bridge - I take his photo, he ducks down and runs with his back bobbing up and down above the bridge siding - his loser buddy following him, also crouched. I track these pricks as they head back north on the 11th Ave bridge, me hopping off the "greenway" and onto city streets, lagging back 1/2 block back after having called the local po-po. 15 minutes later they're throwing rocks off the 13th Ave bridge - I finally meet the cops on Lake and 13th Ave, waving them down - they tell me they don't have time for me and they are on a call for some hoodlums over the "greenway". I persuade the cops to listen to me and direct them towards the little shits walking south down an alley towards 31st St - the whole time these assholes are looking into car windows, trying to open locked doors, kicking shit over - the usual shit for future jail occupants. I gave the cops a very detailed description of these two hooligans and by the time I caught up more than a block away the kids were on the hood of the cop car. I sat back a bit as the two freaks and I had a bit of a stare down. The one cop comes and talks to me, asks me if I was actually hit or did I see someone get hit - no, the rock flew by my head, almost hitting me - and no, I was up and out of sight as they were throwing the other rocks. The cop says there's nothing they can do as it's not illegal to throw rocks at people, only illegal if the rock gets thrown and hits said people - I tell that cop that's bullshit - he agrees. I tell the cop the next time someone throws something off a bridge intended to hurt me, it's going to hit me. I propose you take the same direction the next time this shit happens. So now I've got a nice visual of these two young caucasion hip-hop punk bitches - but they know me just as well. It's showdown time on the assaultway.

The good news is that I did get that beer with Christof, went and slammed a few more at Hurl's, went and saw The Wrexican play at Uptown Bar, was asked by Sara what I wanted to drink - me saying I'll take what you're having, which meant a few gin and tonics, and unfortunately passed out shortly thereafter after said gin and tonics hit my bloodstream. Good times were had by some.

1 comment:

The Dude [LFoaB] said...

You were in the Navy man...

Capt. Vasili Borodin: "I will live in Montana. And I will marry a round American woman and raise rabbits, and she will cook them for me. And I will have a pickup truck... maybe even a "recreational vehicle." And drive from state to state. Do they let you do that?"

Ya know?

-Me