Not much to write about today, I made a quick meatloaf for lunch today since Pauline works until later tonight and I have been craving a meatloaf for a few days. So I whipped that together and threw it in the oven and then did a soft workout (sit ups and some bench press) not really in the mood to sweat today, she is going to ride her bike into work and I will meet her for the ride back tonight, so I will get some cardio in late tonight, which means I don’t have to do that treadmill crap. F*** hate that treadmill.
We been riding our bikes around this park near us since we moved to Florida, it’s a good sized square shaped park and total round trip is 6 miles I think so it’s a decent ride. Well about 8 months or so ago we was riding around 10am-11am and saw a biker heading toward us, and on the side of the park we was on it is just a normal size side walk, hardly room to ride side by side so I fallow her when one after the other. When we got closer to this biker we recognized him as a panhandler that we see constantly begging for money and as closer we got as far over to the right as did he so we could all pass.
About 10’ in front of Pauline, he “looked away†and aimed right toward her, it happen so fast all Pauline could do was go off the sidewalk and almost into a huge ditch, I was so stunned I didn’t even have time to stop fully and I started screaming at him and he kept on riding. We was both stunned and pissed, it happen so fast we didn’t even have time to think what just happen. So the next time we saw this guy which was 2-3 days later we stopped and I got in front and asked if he wanted to try that with me, he said “Have a good day boss†and kept riding.
January 1 2006, Pauline rode her bike in and worked later then she was suppose to, so I rode to meet her at the usual spot, and on the way home we was riding around this same park, but on a side where there are bike lanes, so its more then wide enough for 3 bikes to pass at once, it was dusk but still bright enough to see, there are street lights and we both have bright headlights on our bikes. So we are riding home and see a biker heading to us, I get behind Pauline and when he is closer I recognize him, and before I can say a word he does the exact same thing, “looks away†and aims right at her. This time I was more then livid, and Pauline physically had to stop me from chasing his ass down and beating him.
So I call the cops and they come and take our statement. I also talked to my lawyer and he told me exactly what I can and can not do, and to put it nicely I will not be stopped from knocking him on his ass if he ever comes near her again. I will do what I need to do to make sure he is there and the cops are called. The officer we spoke with agreed with my plan and told us to make sure we call the police the next time we see him. Which is funny, there is a main road off the park and that is where we always see him panhandling, always on that main road, any time we go out there’s a 75% chance we will see him, and we have not seen him since that night., Not holding my breath but the cop said he was going to go look for him and maybe he found him and had reason to deal with him.
I am not some “bum basher†or whatever, but there is no reason for this psycho to do what he is doing. I tend not to give money to panhandlers, a few years ago 20/20 or nightline whatever did a show on panhandlers and it was amazing how much money they can make, they actually fallowed a woman in New York from her very fancy home in the suburbs, she drove her fancy car to the train for the morning commute to the city where she then changed cloths and looked like a homeless person and she panhandled. So she was living a tax free life and the only “work†she did was asking people for money. They of course blurred her face. But I know that is not the only case, a kid in high school did an experiment and walked around asking for a dime from other students and teachers and at the end of the day had well over $20 in dimes. So keep that in mind when you see a “homeless personâ€, if you want to help them buy them a sandwich.
