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MOTORCYCLISTS
This is one of those "I don't know what came over
me" stories.
I used to stay on an ostrich farm, and at one stage there was
a motorcycle menace who used to terrorise the neighbourhood - riding past horses
and spooking them, knocking people off of bicycles, splattering pedestrians with
mud, terrorising dogs (even shooting at some). He used to delight in
revving his bike when he went past the ostriches, and, being the stupid beasts
they are, they would run in panic and wind up slicing themselves on fences,
etc.
Problem was that this chap had no plates on his bike, and wore
a tinted visor : no-one knew who he was! If you went out into the road to
stop him, he'd ride his bike AT you.
To cut a long story short, one Sunday morning, he was at it
again. We had lost an ostrich the night before, and I was in no mood for
this shit, so (I'm sorry, I'm not normally like this!) I took out the lunge whip
and went to stand on the verge. As he came towards me, he saw the
whip and realised that I could avoid being hit by his bike, but still hit him
with the whip, so he slowed down and stopped.
I told him, in some very colourful language, that I would
remove his masculinity with a spoon and make him eat it raw if I caught him
playing games like that again. He proceeded to drive his motorbike into
me. Well, my husband, teddy bear that he is, had by that time caught up
with me (I'm real fast when I'm pissed) and he pulled the motorcyclist off of
his bike. Mark is big 6 foot tall and 130 kgs - front row forward for the
rugby club - but the motorcyclist was a giant : about 6'4" and bigger than
Mark. He grabbed Mark and slammed his face into the road, and held Mark's
right arm behind his back. Mistake - Mark's left-handed, so he just swung
and POW! connected a beaut of a shot to this guy's nose - which he
broke. I kicked the guy in the ribs and hit him with the lunge
whip.
Like all bullies, the fact that we stood up to him was
enough. He ran to mommy, who called the local police, who ignored the
plea, as they had received complaints about the motorcyclist, but couldn't trace
him until his silly mother phoned them! Bottom line was : this guy didn't
bother ANYONE again.
I have NEVER lost it like that, and I hope I never do again,
but at least we managed to stop the guy.
Tracey
(somewhat red-faced about her behaviour and her language, but
nonetheless pleased at the descent of peace into the
neighbourhood)
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