Catalyzt
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And do not forget about thieves who will rip a bike right out from under you while you are riding it.
Hasn't happened to me in 50 years or so, but when it did, it was... memorable.
Generally, that will be two guys working on a narrow path with guard rails, walls, or no reasonable means of escape. In urban areas, just NEVER ride in places like that, it's really the only defense. (On Monday, I got lost by the LA River on an abandoned stretch of bike path that was just like that. First time I made that mistake in years. Burned a lot of calories and electrons getting out of there! Fortunately, no thieves, just some unhoused people who were down on their luck.)
The thieves will split apart-- one on the right, one on the left-- as you approach. The guys who took me off were total pros, better dressed than I was. There were no tells, no hint of what was going to happen. They only looked back once, and when they did, it was utterly normal. Nothing about their movements seemed unusual until I was flat on my back on the pavement.
Not much you can do short of carrying a weapon, and not much you can do even if you are. (I think I was carrying a switchblade, I did all the time in those days, for all the good it did me.)
One guy, working alone, on an open street, I could always get away from.
Hasn't happened to me in 50 years or so, but when it did, it was... memorable.
Generally, that will be two guys working on a narrow path with guard rails, walls, or no reasonable means of escape. In urban areas, just NEVER ride in places like that, it's really the only defense. (On Monday, I got lost by the LA River on an abandoned stretch of bike path that was just like that. First time I made that mistake in years. Burned a lot of calories and electrons getting out of there! Fortunately, no thieves, just some unhoused people who were down on their luck.)
The thieves will split apart-- one on the right, one on the left-- as you approach. The guys who took me off were total pros, better dressed than I was. There were no tells, no hint of what was going to happen. They only looked back once, and when they did, it was utterly normal. Nothing about their movements seemed unusual until I was flat on my back on the pavement.
Not much you can do short of carrying a weapon, and not much you can do even if you are. (I think I was carrying a switchblade, I did all the time in those days, for all the good it did me.)
One guy, working alone, on an open street, I could always get away from.