by Phil Roberts
Mercury Rising #3, December 1991
There have been a lot of bikes stolen lately. My means of income/my means of transportation/my most prized possession was almost stolen a few weeks ago in front of 650 Sansome.
I locked my bike the usual way with my krypto and was only in for about four minutes. As I came out of the building I noticed this scum of the earth had just broken my lock and was getting away with my bike. At first I couldn't believe this was happening, but I quickly reacted, knocking him completely off the bike and on to the ground. As I was grabbing my bike away from him, he pulled out a huge screwdriver and tried to stab me with it. Just then his partner rammed me with his bike. I took off around the corner to this police van; the police refused to do anything except slowly put out an A.P.B. and getting a report from me. By that time the crooks were on the run.
After I did that I thought I should tell everybody about these two so I headed down to the park where I found some unexpected enthusiasm and people wanting to "go get those bastards. So some of us headed up to the wall and got a whole messenger posse and went looking to fuck these scum up. We were quite a sight all over town. About twenty or so of us running lights, blocking traffic, just cruising in this pack with people joining in and people splitting off to check the alleys and such as we went along. People stopped and stared and wondered what was going on because there was so many of us from so many companies riding together really fast and aggressively thru all forms of traffic -I'll never forget that feeling of strength and unity CRUCIAL!
I've seen these two cruising around 50 U.N. Plaza and CIVIC CENTRE on new mountain bikes looking for someone to sell them to or trade them for drugs as quickly as possible. They have their tools in their pack and are wearing the same thing almost all the time. They have the tools of the trade a backpack containing a car jack, a large screw driver and probably a hammer. One was working as a team with this other vagrant who is a taller white male, early to mid thirties, has sandy blond/brown hair-medium to long in length, usually wearing a baseball cap. The guy that tried to stab me is a stocky white male with long, brown hair, with brown eyes and a beard. He always wears a brown knit cap, jean jacket, and jeans.
I would still like to grab some people that are free and go up to 50 U.N. or CIVIC CENTER and look for these guys. All we have to do is spot them at their hangout, make a citizens arrest, and detain him or them until the police officer who was riding his eoduro motor cycle, but we didn't find them. The officer was very informative about how I should handle it; for example, I found out I legally can't fuck this scum up until I tell him I am placing him under citizens arrest and then I may use force to detain him.
Jah guide and protect Peace, love, and unity to all.
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