But your constant ranting about attacks against bikers is boring.
...and yet you reply over and over and over. I guess you find them exciting and topical. Or you just like to argue nonsense.
It does nothing.
Neither do my beer goggles. Regardless, I still try to drink ugly women into beauties.
What is your agenda to be constantly listing ancient history about such stuff?
To inform. It's working, thanks to the loons. "Bump!" "Sad!" "Herp Derp!"
To inflict paranoia on us?
Great Scot, heavens no! Far be it from me to illuminate a dark path for those that look, but can not see.
We should all arm ourselves while riding?
Not all. Most. Obviously, those mental defectives, 'fraidy cats, liberals, winers, bed-wetters and any dumb enough to have voted for Odumbo should OBVIOUSLY not have access to firearms. Hint: there's been a few in this thread!
If you knew anything at all, and read my posts, and read the very same posts you posted about all the attacks, you would know that all these attacks came by surprise and there was no time for the victim to get a gun to defend him/her self.
Holy cow! Did YOU read the account of the Reading, Pennsylvania cyclist's attack? The very one I've recounted the details of in this very thread? Twice?
OK...one more time...
Once upon a time...in a land far, far away...also inhabited by the Good Amish...there lived an aged cyclist. A man of 65 long years on this planet. A peaceful 65 years during which time he had felt the need to shoot...NOBODY!
One day, our aged cyclist was training out on the gentrified cycling path, as was his habit for many, many years of exercise and relaxation. It was mellow.
As he pedalled in a carefree manner down the bike trail, he was suddenly set upon by three young highwaymen! Talk about harshing his mellow!!!
"Oh no!" cried our hero as the first urban ute...er...bold highwayman SUCKER PUNCHED the old geezer...er...aged cyclist of 65 years in the face. HARD! And this doth knocked EVERYMAN on his keister! No warning!
While cycling dood layed out on the pavement, wondering what yonder wagon hath struck him such leaden blow as to take his faithful stead, Sir Raleigh of International, right smartly from underneath his saddled arse! When suddenly and with equal force, highwayman number two shouted, "Stand and Deliver!", as he put a size 12 boot to EVERYMAN'S head with such great effort that he nearly spilled his mead in doing so!
ALAS! Forsooth! And knave! Our poor, unfortunate hero was down, but not out!!!
For under his cloak he carried dirk and dagger...and a fine Kel-Tec 9MM semi-automatic pistol to deal with such rogues and scoundrels!
Forthwith, he shouted, "Give me whiskey for my jarrro!!!", and he shot!
BANG! went the little pistol!
The bullet was as true as his steady aim and doth pierced the black heart of the Black Knight of the Ghetto Forest, Sir Orange Joolius-a-Lot...who fell mortally wounded muttering something missing tonight's MTV rap episode.
BANG! went the little pistol again!
Again, with true aim and a hearty, "High Ho, Silverado Savings & Loan!", the round penetrated the throat of thugee number 2.
Highwayman number 3, being a little bitch, ran off into the urban woods, pissing himself mightily as he shuffled off to Buffalo with his urban pants hanging down around his knees and his hoodie flailing wildly in the breeze!
"Nice shooting!", said all the local cops!
"Thanks for uping our schools' rating!", said the principal!
"Let's draw a chaulk outline!", said the coroner!
"We owe this citizen a medal", said the King of Pennsylvannia.
"Can I buy you a fresh box of hollowpoints?!", said CampyBob.
And everyone lived happily ever after! Well...everyone except Orange Joolius, that is.
The moral of our little passion play...your theory has more holes in it than Orange Joolius! Don't ever bring it up again lest ye be taunted and deservedly so.
Sheesh!
I know Akidio very well, but even if I was knocked off my bike and was severely wounded in the ensuing crash or by something that hit me in the head then I crashed, I may not have the physical power left to defend myself not alone grab a gun while being plummeled.
Good for you. I know how to do tactical reloads. Big deal. I'll take my chances WITH a pistol. You go into that good night any way that puts a smile on your face.
Schit happens. But this schit that happens is rare.
Jezus H. Tapdancing Krist on rollerblades...how many more accounts of violence do you need posted before it dawns on you that morons are anything BUT rare in life?
It would be far wiser for us as riders to avoid paths in unsafe areas, to be aware of our surroundings and if something looks out of sorts get off the path or turn around and leave. Most of crimes are crimes of opportunity, the victim is not aware of their surroundings. The same is true with most bicycle related accidents involving cars, the rider was not aware of their surroundings.
AT LAST!!! SOMETHING...Mother of God...SOMETHING, I can agree with! Praise the Lord!
Frankly, there is NO safe place. Ask Tony Baloney to tell you all about the well liked store worker in his area that had his head lopped of while walking on the local bike trail. Randon crap is random, be it sure as hell can't hurt to be prepared. Fire...fire extinguiser, even though you've never had your house burn down, eh. Patch kit? I haven't punctured in over a season and a half! Guess I should toss it in the trash!
Pistol? Well, the cyclist in Reading, Pennsylvania made it 65 years without having to send a dumbass to hades, now did he? Read! Listen! Learn!
Or remain the same. Just stop spouting unsupported bullshit.
And you can't ask the local law enforcement to patrol these areas, their stretched too thin now between lack of man power and lack of funds to be asked to patrol an entire bike path, and since these attacks are extremely rare there's no sense in it. And cops will patrol an area if crime goes above that which is considered to be normal, but not until then.
I carry a pistol because a cop won't fit in my jersey pocket. When seconds count, the police are only minutes away!
YOU are responsible for your safety. Not the cops. And not me. I don't give a shit if someone draws a chalk line around you. As long as it isn't me, it was a good day. There's others out there that read AND learn. Sadly, 50% of the people are below average for starters. There's no reaching them, but they do make great examples for others to learn by.
BTW, I rode 35 miles this afternoon and no one died! LOL! No rational person wants to kill anyone. But, sometimes, it just has to happen.
Edited by CAMPYBOB - 4/19/12 at 5:36pm