Hi folks-- This really takes the cake...some teen weenie
threw a strand of firecrackers at me Thursday evening.
I was riding up Wayne Road in Westland (Detroit 'burb). A
small red car passed, and I saw something sail out of the
passenger's hand. It was smoking, so I guessed a
cigarette. Then it landed in the lane as my front wheel
rolled past, and I realized that it was a cluster of
short red paper sticks. The brain said "pour it on before
it explodes!" and I did; it went off as the car behind me
passed it.
The driver had to slow for a traffic light, enabling me to
**almost** get close enough to see the tag. But they were
watching me, and did an emergency turn down a side street.
Yes, I called the cops.
Of all the stupid, bonehead, malicious things to do...I'm
sure it was a spur of the moment idea, but I could have
been hurt. Another driver could have been hurt, Heck, if
the passenger hadn't tossed them far enough, he could
have been hurt (in my dreams).
I have buddies who are reporters for the two Detroit
newspapers, but I am reluctant to tell them about this
incident (although it would make them a great story)
because of copycat ramifications.
Geeze louise.
--Karen M. PO'ed at teenagers