More Mandeville Road Rage
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nancine at 01.5.09 - 10:27 am
Did anyone else hear about this? Someone posted this to an e-list that I'm on:
"The spirit of the Mad Medico of Mandeville is alive and well as
personified by the club wielding maniac who attacked a group of four riders yesterday morning on Ventura Blvd. in Woodland Hills.
The group, consisting of three former and/or current La Grange members and a member of the San Fernando Valley Bicycle Club, were proceeding west on Ventura, outward bound on their customary Sunday ride, when the incident occurred.
The first indication of a problem manifested itself as the attacker
sped past the group in his auto, leaning on the horn in apparent
displeasure at being somehow slowed by their presence on HIS street. It was early morning and traffic was VERY light. At worst we were riding two abreast on the far right side of a very wide street.
The cretin then pulled to the curb ahead of the group, leaped from the car shouting obscenities and swung at Ron as we rode past. Ron fended off the blow with his forearm and we continued.
Not dissuaded, you have to admire his persistence, Sir Violence, again sped past us, nimbly exited his vehicle and the real fun started.
I was in the lead and I watched as he opened the rear door of his car and pulled out what looked like a length of black iron pipe. Fearing the worst, I rolled past and immediately heard a loud "thwack."
Stopping and dismounting I turned to view the spectacle of Ron
wrestling in the middle of the street with the lunatic.
I digress here to provide a few details of Ron's resume. He is a former college football player, skydiver, rodeo clown, you know, the guys in funny suits who divert enraged bulls away from fallen riders and currently, between acting gigs, he is a personal fitness trainer. In addition, he holds numerous Guinness Book world records including most punches thrown to a bag in one minute, most roundhouse kicks delivered to a heavy bag in one hour and longest time spent punching a bag, minimum one punch per second.
He is big, amazingly strong and very fit.
If you wished to attack a bicycle rider within a hundred mile radius of where we were at that moment, I wager the last guy you would chose would be Ron. To put it as baldly as possible, jerko was f-----g with the wrong Marine.
The fight lasted at least three seconds and ended with Ron on top of the jerk in the middle of Ventura Blvd., securing him with an arm lock to the throat that prevented ANY movement.
The police were summoned and they responded with immediate and overwhelming force. At one point we counted seven black and whites and a helicopter circling over head. It was Sunday morning, what else was there to do?
Ron emerged unhurt from the fracas although he had been knocked from his bike by a blow to the rib cage I heard being delivered. Fortunately for Ron, the "pipe" turned out to be a walking stick but one certainly capable of inflicting serious damage when wielded by a determined attacker.
Jerko was handcuffed and hauled off to jail and we proceeded on our way trailed by the words of one of the arresting officers, "Have a nice ride, guys."
And that we did."
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