I went to my home town to visit my mum and do a bit of work around the house. So, I did what I needed to do and started to head off home. I get to the main street on my motorbike and I'm stopped at some traffic lights....1 set from about 10 sets of lights on that damn road.
So anyway, there I am falling asleep from boredom while waiting for that oh so nice green light, and I notice a guy getting out of the car that just pulled up across the street from me. What caught my attention was that he was looking at me and heading in my direction looking none too pleased. Next thing I know, he's pushes me off the bike! Just as I fall I notice another guy getting out of the same car. One thought went through my head..."This is gonna hurt".
Then the kicking started....kicks to the head, to the back, to the stomach...basically anywhere they could. It was about now that I realised the kicks where coming from more than 2 people. A third must have gotten out of the car.
Fast forward about 60-90 secs. A crowd of people have gathered around, but as expected, they did nothing. Kinda odd looking up in between the kicks to the face and seeing all the people with shocked looks on their faces, but just standing there not helping.
Fast forward about 2 minutes. Some brave guy walking past decides that 3 on 1 is a bit unfair, especially since the '1' is on the ground curled up in a ball. So it becomes 3 vs 2. All I see is a blur of fists and feet. He hits them so fast and hard they decided to quit while they were ahead. Now the crowd of people suddenly become instant heroes and chase the 3 guys back to their car, and start bashing at the car as it drives off.
Next thing I remember is the ambulance, the A&E unit, then not much after that.
So here I am with a few broken ribs, 2 broken fingers, bruised kidneys & lungs, hearing loss to my right ear (temporary) and a change of skin colour to about 60% of me body. Docs said that I didn't have the full motorcycle protective clothing on, I would likely be dead.
So, you might ask....why did they attack me?
Well, back when I was at my mum's, just as I was leaving, I found a kid sitting on my bike. He was about 10 years old and I didn't recognise him. I told him to get off the bike as he was flooding the engine by twisting the trottle with the engine off. His response was, eh, well colourful. So I lifted him off the bike and told him to 'Feck off' (the polite Irish version of 'F**k off'). It seems he didn't like this and went off to tell his big brother, who then followed me to 'teach me a lesson'. And rest as they say, is rather painful history.
I've been in hospital and recouperating at my sisters house ever since. Only a low end pc and dodgy dialup connection. All I could manage was a few emails and a short post here on the forums last week.
I'm back at my place now, and will be online again in a few days. Just, please....nobody ask me for a PvP fight. I've had enough of that lately
P.S. Took 20 mins to type that...not easy typing with broken fingers!
The kids here know more bad language than you ever will...lol. And as for beating up the kid in future, eh, I'll pass....I only beat up elderly people, not kids. Elderly people don't have many big brothers.
