Crankarm
Guru
- Location
- Nr Cambridge
by two scrote thugs.
Riding home from work, two of the above riding fast on wrong side of road with no lights nearly caused a head on collision into me as I rode along a quiet dark residential street. I served to my left to avoid them almost hitting a parked car on my left. "$*^&ing idiots, get some lights and get on the right side of the road!" They gave chase, they were persistent, they were on chav MTBs BSOa or one was riding a BMX. Anyway riding I was riding away from them in pursuit, they ride the wrong way around the roundabout on Elizabeth Way and Milton Road dodging between oncoming traffic coming onto the roundabout causing vehicles to swerve to try to catch me. I normally turn down a quiet side street before the roundabout as it is too busy and dangerous, but not this evening. Then one of them rides straight at me across from the other side of the road pushing/kicking me my bike sending me flying from the impact, I have fallen from my bike and am sliding along the road as I exit the roundabout going up Milton Road. I come to rest against the kerb and a drain. The other scrote thug is not far behind and off his bike immediately about to kick my head in as I lie in the gutter. Then a big chap and I mean a big rugby sort of guy jumps out of a car that I think has been cut up by the scrotes and who I think saw it all. The big bloke tells the scrotes to do one, but the main scrote who has a huge chain around his neck which I don't think he uses as a bike lock. The big chap says he saw the scrote push me off my bike with the intention of hitting me and he'll deck the scrote if he doesn't leave me be. Scrote who looks in his late teens or early twenties with a pallid druggie look thinks he can take on the big bloke now instead of me, so squares up very close to the big guy who is about 6 foot 4 and built like a shoot brick house and towers above the scrote. There is a tense few minutes before scrote decides he will get his assed kicked if he doesn't back down and leave. Anyway he eventually does. An adjacent pedestrian on the pavement who also saw everything and who has been watching terrified who was really scared for me, asks if i need an ambulance or the police. She offers me her business card and says she will be a witness. I got the registration of the big bloke's car but unfortunately he doesn't want to stick around so once he is sure the scrotes have gone he is off. I look at my clothing in the semi darkness wondering what the damage is and where my injuries might be as I cannot feel anything as I feel kind of numb and yet the adrenalin is still pumping. The sleeve of my jacket is ripped and filthy dirty where I slid along the road and came to rest against a drain in the gutter. My hand hurts in my palm. I see my lights are a bit scratched where my bike went arse over tit when I hit the road. The woman wants to call police but I say I am ok and will do when I get home as I have a long ride and don't want to wait 2 hours for them to turn up if at all. She offers to give me a lift home if I come to her house nearby, but when I tell her my home is far far away, she says then her husband will take me home. She is very kind and offers me some tea back at her house despite not knowing me at all. However she is most shaken up by seeing the thugs push me off my bike and try to assault me. I tell her I'll be ok and if it would put her mind at rest then I would contact her when I am safely home. I am badly shaken. She stays whilst I check out my bike, everything seems ok, bar end a bit scratched and front lights badly scratched coming into contact with the tarmac when I went down and the handler bars turned turtle. The scrote really did shove me. I thank the good Samaritan, leave her and ride on.
I am now back home, nursing my injuries, inspecting damage to my cycling jacket and damage to front bike lights and my bike. To be honest I am still shaking a bit.
Riding home from work, two of the above riding fast on wrong side of road with no lights nearly caused a head on collision into me as I rode along a quiet dark residential street. I served to my left to avoid them almost hitting a parked car on my left. "$*^&ing idiots, get some lights and get on the right side of the road!" They gave chase, they were persistent, they were on chav MTBs BSOa or one was riding a BMX. Anyway riding I was riding away from them in pursuit, they ride the wrong way around the roundabout on Elizabeth Way and Milton Road dodging between oncoming traffic coming onto the roundabout causing vehicles to swerve to try to catch me. I normally turn down a quiet side street before the roundabout as it is too busy and dangerous, but not this evening. Then one of them rides straight at me across from the other side of the road pushing/kicking me my bike sending me flying from the impact, I have fallen from my bike and am sliding along the road as I exit the roundabout going up Milton Road. I come to rest against the kerb and a drain. The other scrote thug is not far behind and off his bike immediately about to kick my head in as I lie in the gutter. Then a big chap and I mean a big rugby sort of guy jumps out of a car that I think has been cut up by the scrotes and who I think saw it all. The big bloke tells the scrotes to do one, but the main scrote who has a huge chain around his neck which I don't think he uses as a bike lock. The big chap says he saw the scrote push me off my bike with the intention of hitting me and he'll deck the scrote if he doesn't leave me be. Scrote who looks in his late teens or early twenties with a pallid druggie look thinks he can take on the big bloke now instead of me, so squares up very close to the big guy who is about 6 foot 4 and built like a shoot brick house and towers above the scrote. There is a tense few minutes before scrote decides he will get his assed kicked if he doesn't back down and leave. Anyway he eventually does. An adjacent pedestrian on the pavement who also saw everything and who has been watching terrified who was really scared for me, asks if i need an ambulance or the police. She offers me her business card and says she will be a witness. I got the registration of the big bloke's car but unfortunately he doesn't want to stick around so once he is sure the scrotes have gone he is off. I look at my clothing in the semi darkness wondering what the damage is and where my injuries might be as I cannot feel anything as I feel kind of numb and yet the adrenalin is still pumping. The sleeve of my jacket is ripped and filthy dirty where I slid along the road and came to rest against a drain in the gutter. My hand hurts in my palm. I see my lights are a bit scratched where my bike went arse over tit when I hit the road. The woman wants to call police but I say I am ok and will do when I get home as I have a long ride and don't want to wait 2 hours for them to turn up if at all. She offers to give me a lift home if I come to her house nearby, but when I tell her my home is far far away, she says then her husband will take me home. She is very kind and offers me some tea back at her house despite not knowing me at all. However she is most shaken up by seeing the thugs push me off my bike and try to assault me. I tell her I'll be ok and if it would put her mind at rest then I would contact her when I am safely home. I am badly shaken. She stays whilst I check out my bike, everything seems ok, bar end a bit scratched and front lights badly scratched coming into contact with the tarmac when I went down and the handler bars turned turtle. The scrote really did shove me. I thank the good Samaritan, leave her and ride on.
I am now back home, nursing my injuries, inspecting damage to my cycling jacket and damage to front bike lights and my bike. To be honest I am still shaking a bit.
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. Someone pushed me off my bike a few months ago, but the incident was nowhere near as bad as yours. I hope you heal quickly, and have luck prosecuting these idiots 
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