So I nearly lost control of my bike last night because of three 15 year old hard core gangster thug kids. I was leaving dunkin donuts around 11 heading home on route 6, which is 4 lanes of traffic. I was going about 40 mph and I see 3 kids about 100 feet in front of me standing on the side walk. At the last second 2 of them decide they are going to run across the road right in front of me and the last one just starts walking out in front of me like he owns the fucking road while looking right at me. So as I swerve to the left to miss him nearly hitting the other two I decided that I would kick him has I am passing by. I have to say it wasn't the smartest idea I ever had cause I was already leaning to the left and kicked the kid on my right so it threw me 2 lanes over and almost knocked me off the bike.
I circled back around and he was still laying in the middle of the road. His 2 punk friends were talking shit as I pulled up. I quickly took my helmet off and started running after them. They kept backing up and talking shit. Apparently the kick I delivered was a bulls eye cause the kid was holding his balls. So as I walked back by him laying on the ground I kicked him one more time for good messure.
I guess I should feel bad for beating on a minor but the reality is that if I had crashed because of them they would have rolled me for everything I had on me and left me laying there.
I circled back around and he was still laying in the middle of the road. His 2 punk friends were talking shit as I pulled up. I quickly took my helmet off and started running after them. They kept backing up and talking shit. Apparently the kick I delivered was a bulls eye cause the kid was holding his balls. So as I walked back by him laying on the ground I kicked him one more time for good messure.
I guess I should feel bad for beating on a minor but the reality is that if I had crashed because of them they would have rolled me for everything I had on me and left me laying there.
