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 by 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.
Ch’i. Ah gotcha.
Longbough, yeah I realized that about the weapons. I never would’ve had a real opportunity to draw and shoot. If anything it would’ve fallen out and the bad guys would have gun – and I’d possibly be dead.
Lady Sage, I certainly do hope that karma comes around to bite ‘em like a pit bull in the ass, but it’s hard not wondering if I deserved this.
Genuine Girly, I seem to be fine except for some sensitive spots. Mentality seems okay, but I haven’t been outside yet. Who knows in the security of home I am fine, but once I step outside, I might be so fine…
Jimellow, very true. I’d be less scared of dying via gunshot compared to being taken hostage.
Dlishsguy, I am a stocker at CostCo (stocker) so I put my box cutter in my pocket and forget about it until it’s needed. And for the record I’m no terrorist!
Thanks for the words Brewmanic and Healer.
Magictoy, yes I hope it will not happen again. So to avoid that I will rather face the crazies in the cars on San Pablo road than to take the shorter the back streets.
Ample, honestly I don’t feel a lot of rage. If anything I am disappointed in myself for allowing it to happen, and not being able to do a better job of defending myself/getting away. However I do know if I see those guys again I would have a hard time not doing anything violent…
Raeanna, I was riding a 10 speed bicycle. One powered by legs. And I also lost my wallet and Sidekick 3. But I am glad they left me a bike because two miles by foot with a concussion would’ve been a long walk!
JustJess, thanks for the kind words. I had difficulty sleeping because I was trying out different what-if’s but some melatonin stopped that.
Sutana, thanks for offering me some of your gel. No need to waste money on postage and product trying to ship it to me. Thanks though!
Sticky, I called the T-Mobile company and canceled my phone. They did call a number and it was recorded and reported to the police department, but it is doubtful any good will come from it.
Thank you all for the kind words! I am fine, both mentally and physically, so there is no need to worry.
Hopefully you guys and gals can (short of ) learn and perhaps not be caught off guard so badly like I was.
Hope you all are doing well.