Mbiking402

This story occoured back in July. For some context, I am a 15yr old boy in a medium sized city in Nebraska. A friend and I, who well call, A, were out riding our bikes around a strip mall at around 11:00 at night. We decided to stop at an old run down zesto. for those who don’t know, zesto is an ice cream place, which has some of the best soft serve you can get. A and I locked up our bikes about a quarter mile away to a fence that was right next to the parking lot of the strip mall. This will be important later. We went back to the zesto and ordered. A went to the bathroom, and and we just hung out for a while, eating, ice cream, and all was normal. When we were done, we threw away our trash, and left for our bikes. Until this point, nothing had really happened. Soon that all would change however because about 10 seconds after we left the zesto there was a car behind us, and it was flashing it’s brights on and off and revving the engine. A and I continued walking towards the bikes, trying to ignore the car, who we just thought were some teens just playing an innocent “prank” on us. We unlocked our bikes and hopped on and started going back to my house, but the car was following us. A and I exchanged concerned looks and A said “he’s following us, do you know this area well? As it turns out, the strip mall was located near the neighborhood where my old house, the one I had spent most of my life in, and unless you are a local resident of the neighborhood it’s easy to lose your directions with all the winding roads. Since A and I had high end mountain bikes made for just about any terrain you could throw at them, we decided that we would take a steep off-road path, in hopes of losing the car. This was where I made a mistake. My overinflated teenage ego got the best of me and as we rode off into the trail, where I knew the car couldn’t go, gave the car the finger, and tore off down the steep, muddy slope, which was pitch black, and we didn’t have lights either so coincidentally, I hit a tree with my front tire and I was thrown off my bike. I scrambled to get back on and before we knew it, the off-road path had ended. It led to another part of the neighborhood, which like I said before, I knew like the back of my hand. As we emerged from the trail, To our horror, the car was waiting for us on the other side. I froze, and A went on ahead as fast as he could pedal and he went right past the car, which stayed where it was, staring back at me, who was frozen with fear. The car began reviving its engine again and when the car began charging at me, I finally snapped out of it, and rode off at 23 mph (I had a built in speedometer on my bike) and flew past the car, which while I was frozen with fear a second ago, I was taking a closer look at this car that had been chasing us. This is what I know. It was a black Mazda 3, with a roof rack, and no liscence plates. The most terrifying part was that the windows were completely smoked out and tinted, so I couldn’t tell who or what was behind the wheel driving this thing, but back to the story. I raced past the car, which had been stuck at the end of a cul de sac, which was where the end of the trail was. To my surprise, and horror, the car spun around, squealing it’s tires and raced down this neighborhood street after me at well over 50 mph. I took a left, then a right, and I thought I had lost him for good. I called A and he said he was hiding behind a bush near a drainage ditch, and he said he could see the car driving up and down this Main Street at well, let’s just say, extremely illegal speeds. I raced over on my bike to the spot where A was. He was there, and we began observing this car going up and down the road, making extremely fast u-turns, and speeding back down the road. We weren’t sure what to do, because in order to get back to my house, we had to cross it. Then, A did something very stupid. He stood up, and started flashing his phone light at the car, beckoning it over to our hiding spot. The moment the car saw us, it slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop, and began revving it’s engine again, and honking its horn. I did have a pocket knife on me, which I white knuckle clutched Incase the driver got out of the car, because if it came to that, I definitely didn’t want to be defenseless. But the driver stayed in the car. The other problem was that we didn’t want to lead this maniac back to my house, so we spent some time sitting behind this bush, deciding our getaway plan. We eventually decided the best choice was to go under the road, in a drainage pipe system. It was disgusting, dead frogs, moss, and not knowing if there were any snapping turtles under our feet. We also were carrying out bikes over our backs through this small drainage pipe but eventually we made it to the other side. However, the car saw us and I kid you not, drove over the median, scratching the front of it on the curb,and began chasing along side us as we made our way towards a costco. I had the idea to pull out my phone, and pretend to call 911 which did not faze the driver and they showed no signs of stopping. It just kept after us until we got to the Costco, which was near a cemetery, which had a large open field in between them. Which we rode across, and fortunately the car was unable to to go across this terrain, as it was very rough, and it began revving it’s engine and honking, and flashing its lights on us once again us it we were out of sight, we eventually made it back to my house, where we shut the garage out of fear the car would be patrolling the neighborhood looking for us or our bikes, and we didn’t want him to see the same bikes he had been chasing a minute ago, in my garage. A and I have not seen the car since, and we never told my parents, because they are the type to ban night time biking for good at any time they though I was in danger. Since then, that zesto went out of business, and I have not gone night riding at that strip mall since. There are dangerous people out there, and I still have no idea what the drivers intentions were. But nonetheless, I hope I never see that car again.
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danieluzumki
That's crazy. You're a smart kid being able to keep going even though you were afraid and you were always thinking ahead. It's good you escaped the driver.
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nox_lumen
Mbiking402 wrote:

This story occoured back in July. For some context, I am a 15yr old boy in a medium sized city in Nebraska.

A friend and I, who well call, A, were out riding our bikes around a strip mall at around 11:00 at night. We decided to stop at an old run down Zesto. For those who don’t know, Zesto is an ice cream place, which has some of the best soft serve you can get. A and I locked up our bikes about a quarter mile away to a fence that was right next to the parking lot of the strip mall. This will be important later.

We went back to the Zesto and ordered. A went to the bathroom, and and we just hung out for a while, eating, ice cream, and all was normal. When we were done, we threw away our trash, and left for our bikes. Until this point, nothing had really happened. Soon that all would change however because about 10 seconds after we left the Zesto there was a car behind us, and it was flashing it’s brights on and off and revving the engine.

A and I continued walking towards the bikes, trying to ignore the car, who we just thought were some teens just playing an innocent “prank” on us. We unlocked our bikes and hopped on and started going back to my house, but the car was following us. A and I exchanged concerned looks and A said “He’s following us. Do you know this area well?"

As it turns out, the strip mall was located near the neighborhood where my old house, the one I had spent most of my life in, and unless you are a local resident of the neighborhood it’s easy to lose your directions with all the winding roads. Since A and I had high end mountain bikes made for just about any terrain you could throw at them, we decided that we would take a steep off-road path, in hopes of losing the car. This was where I made a mistake.

My overinflated teenage ego got the best of me and as we rode off into the trail, where I knew the car couldn’t go, gave the car the finger, and tore off down the steep, muddy slope, which was pitch black, and we didn’t have lights either. So coincidentally, I hit a tree with my front tire and I was thrown off my bike. I scrambled to get back on and before we knew it, the off-road path had ended. It led to another part of the neighborhood, which like I said before, I knew like the back of my hand.

As we emerged from the trail, to our horror, the car was waiting for us on the other side. I froze, and A went on ahead as fast as he could pedal and he went right past the car, which stayed where it was, staring back at me, who was frozen with fear. The car began reviving its engine again and when the car began charging at me, I finally snapped out of it, and rode off at 23 mph (I had a built in speedometer on my bike) and flew past the car.

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hile I was frozen with fear a second ago, I was taking a closer look at this car that had been chasing us. This is what I know. It was a black Mazda 3, with a roof rack, and no license plates. The most terrifying part was that the windows were completely smoked out and tinted, so I couldn’t tell who or what was behind the wheel driving this thing, but back to the story.

I raced past the car, which had been stuck at the end of a cul de sac, which was where the end of the trail was. To my surprise, and horror, the car spun around, squealing it’s tires and raced down this neighborhood street after me at well over 50 mph. I took a left, then a right, and I thought I had lost him for good. I called A and he said he was hiding behind a bush near a drainage ditch, and he said he could see the car driving up and down this Main Street at well, let’s just say, extremely illegal speeds. I raced over on my bike to the spot where A was. He was there, and we began observing this car going up and down the road, making extremely fast u-turns, and speeding back down the road.

We weren’t sure what to do, because in order to get back to my house, we had to cross it. Then, A did something very stupid. He stood up, and started flashing his phone light at the car, beckoning it over to our hiding spot. The moment the car saw us, it slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop, and began revving it’s engine again, and honking its horn. I did have a pocket knife on me, which I white knuckle clutched in case the driver got out of the car, because if it came to that, I definitely didn’t want to be defenseless. But the driver stayed in the car.

The other problem was that we didn’t want to lead this maniac back to my house, so we spent some time sitting behind this bush, deciding our getaway plan. We eventually decided the best choice was to go under the road, in a drainage pipe system. It was disgusting, dead frogs, moss, and not knowing if there were any snapping turtles under our feet. We also were carrying out bikes over our backs through this small drainage pipe but eventually we made it to the other side. However, the car saw us and I kid you not, drove over the median, scratching the front of it on the curb,and began chasing along side us as we made our way towards a Costco.

I had the idea to pull out my phone, and pretend to call 911 which did not faze the driver and they showed no signs of stopping. It just kept after us until we got to the Costco, which was near a cemetery, which had a large open field in between them. Which we rode across, and fortunately the car was unable to to go across this terrain, as it was very rough, and it began revving it’s engine and honking, and flashing its lights on us once again. Once we were out of sight, we eventually made it back to my house, where we shut the garage out of fear the car would be patrolling the neighborhood looking for us or our bikes, and we didn’t want him to see the same bikes he had been chasing a minute ago, in my garage.

A and I have not seen the car since, and we never told my parents, because they are the type to ban night time biking for good at any time they though I was in danger. Since then, that Zesto went out of business, and I have not gone night riding at that strip mall since. There are dangerous people out there, and I still have no idea what the drivers intentions were. But nonetheless, I hope I never see that car again.


The story is mostly well written, aside from a hand full of typos ( punctuation, spelling, capitalization). But it givers me a head ache to read a solid block of text so I broke it up and marked my adjustments for ease of reading as I went.
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