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vis-à-vis, I'm glad this turned out okay for you. This reminded me of the time when I was about twelve (1984-1985) when two guys jumped out of their El Camino and ran after me. It was dark and I had just rode my BMX down to the convenience store to get a magazine (probably Soldier of Fortune 
). I had started for home with the magazine rolled up under my arm.
Our house was on a corner lot and I had just turned onto the side street when I noticed the car ahead of me was barely moving. I slowed down to match the speed of the car. I had planned on turning into my driveway (off of the side street) once the car passed it. When the car was about ten feet past my driveway four things happened instantly. The brake lights came on, the reverse lights flashed, both doors opened and two men started running for me.
If I had time to react I would have turned around and headed back to the convenience store. There were at least three different routes I could use to loose someone who was now on foot. Instead I bolted for my driveway, rode through the side yard and headed for the front door of the house. When I glanced over my shoulder I realized that one of the men was running right behind me....through MY front yard. I did what most twelve year old boys would do in that situation. I started to scream like a twelve year old girl.
I still don't remember how I did it but when I reached the front steps to the house I managed to leap from my bicycle to the steps. I was pounding on the front door for my mother to let me inside all the while screaming bloody murder. I guess when the men realized this was my house they decided to get out of dodge. When the door opened my fear instantly turned to rage (such as it is for a twelve year old anyway). I was explaining to my mother what happened while I was running for my bedroom.
I retrieved the machete from under my bed (no guns in the house), slipped past my mother who was probably in shock at this point and headed out the front door into the night. This was probably one of the dumber things I did as a child. I could see the El Camino at the end of our street turning onto the highway. I retrieved my magazine and went back inside. My mother made the mistake of not calling the police.
I still get chills when I think back to that night. I had not invoked this attack in any way. I was simply riding my bicycle back from the store. I wonder if they had planned to put my bike in the bed of the El Camino while they held me in the cab. I wonder what my fate would have been if they had run just a bit faster. I regret that my mother didn't call the sheriff. If I had know better I would have called him myself. I hate to think that someone else might have suffered because this was not reported.
As was suggested earlier I would also suggest that you start riding a bike. Do the busses in your area have bike carriers? I would also suggest that a weapon of some kind could be hidden on the bike. I would not suggest leaving a firearm on the bike however. Certain bike accessories can also be used as improvised weapons. I remember fending off a dog attack using a big u-shaped bike lock that I kept in a holder on the frame of my mountain bike.
Good luck to you.
). I had started for home with the magazine rolled up under my arm.Our house was on a corner lot and I had just turned onto the side street when I noticed the car ahead of me was barely moving. I slowed down to match the speed of the car. I had planned on turning into my driveway (off of the side street) once the car passed it. When the car was about ten feet past my driveway four things happened instantly. The brake lights came on, the reverse lights flashed, both doors opened and two men started running for me.
If I had time to react I would have turned around and headed back to the convenience store. There were at least three different routes I could use to loose someone who was now on foot. Instead I bolted for my driveway, rode through the side yard and headed for the front door of the house. When I glanced over my shoulder I realized that one of the men was running right behind me....through MY front yard. I did what most twelve year old boys would do in that situation. I started to scream like a twelve year old girl.
I still don't remember how I did it but when I reached the front steps to the house I managed to leap from my bicycle to the steps. I was pounding on the front door for my mother to let me inside all the while screaming bloody murder. I guess when the men realized this was my house they decided to get out of dodge. When the door opened my fear instantly turned to rage (such as it is for a twelve year old anyway). I was explaining to my mother what happened while I was running for my bedroom.
I retrieved the machete from under my bed (no guns in the house), slipped past my mother who was probably in shock at this point and headed out the front door into the night. This was probably one of the dumber things I did as a child. I could see the El Camino at the end of our street turning onto the highway. I retrieved my magazine and went back inside. My mother made the mistake of not calling the police.
I still get chills when I think back to that night. I had not invoked this attack in any way. I was simply riding my bicycle back from the store. I wonder if they had planned to put my bike in the bed of the El Camino while they held me in the cab. I wonder what my fate would have been if they had run just a bit faster. I regret that my mother didn't call the sheriff. If I had know better I would have called him myself. I hate to think that someone else might have suffered because this was not reported.
As was suggested earlier I would also suggest that you start riding a bike. Do the busses in your area have bike carriers? I would also suggest that a weapon of some kind could be hidden on the bike. I would not suggest leaving a firearm on the bike however. Certain bike accessories can also be used as improvised weapons. I remember fending off a dog attack using a big u-shaped bike lock that I kept in a holder on the frame of my mountain bike.
Good luck to you.
