flop-shank
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« Reply #2 on: April 05, 2010, 07:44:39 PM » |
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I had a similar incident last September while walking to dinner in the downtown area of the midsized city my wife and I live in on a Sunday afternoon.
As we were walking past a large strip mall which was to our right, I noticed a large male, probably in his early to mid-forties, riding a bicycle around in the parking lot. I didn't think much of it until I glanced back his direction and noticed he had stopped behind some small evergreens in the back of the drive-through of a bank. He was just standing there, now off of his bicycle, and watching us from about seventy five yards away. I didn't like it and was concerned enough at that point that I made certain that I kept track of where he was. I also continued to scan everything else around me in case he was a threat and wasn't alone.
Before I go any further let me explain the physical dissimilarities betwen us. This was a big guy. I would guess that he was 6'3" 270+ pounds. I'm 5'7" 200 pounds. My wife is a very tiny 4'7" 90 pounds.
As we passed the bank, my wife and I crossed a side street and traveled the sidewalk in front of a commercial building. Keeping track of my surroundings, I glanced to my right and there he was,slowly and casually approaching us on his bike from 3 o'clock. I looked at him and he turned a lazy circle and went the other way.
When we had passed that property and onto that of a car wash, I saw him ride his bike, about 80 yards away, onto the back of the car wash's property. I waited several seconds then glanced his way. Bicycle ace was now about fifty yards out and approaching us from about 4:30. At this point I had his number and was really getting tired of this bozo. I was carrying a 4" 586, IWB strong side, a 2 1/4" Taurus 605, weakside front pocket and a NAA Black Widow, strongside front pocket. This was clearly a case for pocket draw. The big gun might be too slow and drawing a gun could get my butt roasted for brandishing. I dropped my hands in my front pockets, ready to draw the Taurus .357 snub (and yes, surprise, surprise, it was loaded with 125 gr. Remington SJHPs) then I turned my head to the right and glared at the would be perp, who was now about 12 yards away. If looks could kill, this one would have done it.
"I'm going this way!" he blurted out and quickly turned his bike to the right and in seconds disappeared behind a medical practice.
The more I think about it, I've become convinced that we were about to get mugged (I think Kathy was too) I seriously think that he thought that his size would win the fight against the "little guy". My hunch is that he was a capable fighter and a professional criminal. I don't walk like a victim, but I really think that he thought his nonchalant manner (don't expect a mugger to pop our, hiss, wear a cape and look like Dracula), size, experience, and the violence of his attack would prove decisive. In the end, my mindset and tactics checked his advance.
When my hands dropped into my pockets and He saw "that look", he knew the gig was up. Street people know what those hands disappearing in the pockets are aboout to do!!!!!A hand in a pocket might have reinforced what Kathy did, but Im thinking her demeamor showed those clowns the writing on the wall. Kathy is on my short list of people I wouldn't want to tangle with.
As for Colleen, what a sweet lovely woman and a great American. I enjoyed her so much. My highest regards go out to her and her fellow McDonald plaintiffs. I invite her to join us here on the forum.
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