Brazen thieving scumbags!...

[Skippernick]

[quote author=mtread link=topic=21518.msg247336#msg247336 date=1481221079]
Not the first time this has happened in London. Their other tactic (again two up on a scooter) is to pull up by you at the traffic lights, then push you off your bike. The pillion then rides off on yours. Good on other bikers and the public for stopping them. Next time hopefully they'll get caught.

[size=1em]Don't know what the f--k I would do? [/size]
[size=1em]But if it was my bike, I want to hang on to it more than they want to steal it, I personally think their best bet would be to find an easier prey.[/size]
[size=1em]I'm only 12.5 stones but it would be 12.5 stone of of Fug Ugliness if my Fazer was at risk. But I guess it takes you completely by surprise. I guess we just have to be aware of what is happening around us, especially if two on a scooter or smaller bike pull up behind us keep your eye on them in the mirror and if one swings his leg over the back end pull away my guess he would jump back on the scooter as you moved off.[/size]

[size=1em]Hope i never experience it so I will never have to find out how I would respond, I am not a naturally aggressive bloke but I am very guarded about the things that important to me.[/size]

[size=1em]I recall in Petersfield about 20 years ago my Mrs and I was walking along the High Street with my 3 year old daughter, I was holding her hand and the Mrs was holding Jack my 5 year old son's hand we were waiting to cross the road to go to a shop on the other side and a yellow Escort XR3i rag top came hammering down Lavant Street hung a hard right at speed into the High St, lost it and hit the kerb right in front of us I dragged my daughter back by the hand but his wing mirror caught in the hood of her little jacket, snatched her out of my hand and spun her up the road about 5 or 6 feet and dumped her on the pavement, I grabbed her took a quick look and handed her to the Mrs and ran up the road to where the XR3i was stopped up against the kerb. He was a big lad but the Red Mist had come down I was punching him in the side of his face and trying as hard as I could to pull him out of his opened door, I noticed his knuckles were white as he was gripping the steering wheel, there was no way I was going to[/size] budge him I was throwing every f--k and blind into him I could think of as I was punching him. I probably hit him 7 or 8 times as hard as I could, to start with through his open window then the open door. It was strange something happened in my head and I became aware of 30 or 40 people on either side of the street watching and some of them with young children not much older than mine. I slammed his car door as hard as I could hoping to smash something and that is when I realised tears were streaming down my face with uncontrollable rage and fear. My daughter was fine although very shook up by the ordeal. I apologised to some of the people as we walked off back to the car park and home.[size=1em]But that whole episode showed me how easy it would be to kill someone, at that point in time, when that red mist had come down had I a knife in my hand I would have driven into him, I hated him so bad for what he did.[/size][size=1em]What he did to my daughter really frightened me and the way I responded also really frightened me, in the Red Mist of outright rage we are capable of things we would normally not even think about let alone do.[/size][size=1em]Oh! back on target: Please don't nick my Fazer [/size] :'( [/quote]

Sounds justified to me!