Granted, I was walking in the Long Beachbike lane, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to play bike-path police/vigilante and assault me. I didn’t even know you were coming because I had my headphones on.
And I know you did it on purpose because it hurt. When I screamed, which I know you had to hear, you didn’t stop to ask if I was okay, or to say you were sorry, or to ask me to excuse you; instead, you sped up on your bike as fast as you could. There wasn’t an obstacle or another person anywhere near us, and I couldn’t do anything about what you had done.
You could have seriously injured me if I had, say, fallen to the cement. That obviously didn’t concern you, but I really hope you heard me cursing at you—which you thoroughly deserved. You’re really lucky you were on that bike and not on foot.
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