So I was riding my bike home from work when I was attacked.
Two people were walking in a parking lot, and I rode up the middle of them when the bigger guy of the two ran up to me and started pushing me off my bike. I fought him and tried to stay on my bike for as long as possible, but he was able to knock me down.
Right when I fell both guys were there and kicking me. At first, I covered up trying to take the kicks as best I could, asking/shouting about what they were trying to do, and asking them to stop.
Of course, once I realize how pointless that was, I tried to do a takedown the bigger guy, but when I got a hold of the guys leg’s, the other guy gave me a
really hard kick to the head, and I was knocked unconscious.
Between losing consciousness and arriving home, I have no memory of what happened, but somehow I was able to cycle the two miles home and call my mother.
Went to the hospital, filed a report with the police, and canceled my cards, yada yada yada.
I’m bruised up on my forehead and arms, have blood coming out of my ears, and have a splitting headache where my temples are, but otherwise I’m okay, but damn if I want my revenge!
I don’t know if more jiu jitsu experience would’ve enabled me to fight better/more efficiently, and get away, but considering the circumstances, most people would’ve had a harder time doing anything.
I’m sure Vinnie (my old Jiu Jitsu teacher) would’ve whupped their ass though.
Anyway, I thought I’d share my (rather unsuccessful) attempt at using jiu jitsu in a real self defense situation.
Jason
After some sleep I remembered more details.
I was riding my bike by the BART tracks, and got to a parking lot just before Baxter Creek. Saw two guys walking at opposite ends of the parking lot and of course thought nothing of it. It’s part of the trail that many people jog, bike, and walk on. The trial goes to the local BART stations (Del Norte and El Cerrito being the ones I pass by on my way to work).
So there was plenty of space so I didn’t worry about hitting them, and went on down the hill. When I passed the bigger guy, he started running after me.
Now keep in mind I’m deaf, so I thought I either dropped something, or he needed help/directions. I didn’t stop completely but I did stop pedaling. This gave him time to catch up and he pushed me off my bike. Both of them were on me as soon as I fell, kicking me. The big guy was in front of me, and the other guy was behind me, to my right.
Because of the shock, all I could do was cover up and ask (loudly, but perhaps not quite loudly enough for anyone who might be around) what they were doing. It took a very short time to realize how useless it was, so I got up, all the while being kicked, and grabbed the guy’s legs, trying to sweep him.
At that point the guy who had been behind me must’ve kicked me hard enough to cause unconsciousness because I don’t remember anything after that.
My mom says I called her, and when she arrived I was panicked about my bike because I didn’t know what happened to it. It was in its usual spot, so apparently I actually rode 2 miles home, picked the bike up and put it over the fence, went through the house, and pushed the bike into its proper spot.