... by an air gun of some type.
I am riding up Mission Street, a mostly Latino neighborhood. I was huffing and puffing uphill, when I pass right by a late model Caddy with a black kid yelling at some dudes in front of a bar, asking them mockingly if he could have a beer.
After I pass by, I hear behind me the sickening sound of "pop pop pop pop pop". I got on the sidewalk just as the Caddy hauls past me.
I didn't think it was a gun, by the sound and the frequency of the bursts. I went back, and the guys who got hit were shaken, but OK.
I was real scared, because I was perfect target for a pellet or just to get clipped by the car...
I am riding up Mission Street, a mostly Latino neighborhood. I was huffing and puffing uphill, when I pass right by a late model Caddy with a black kid yelling at some dudes in front of a bar, asking them mockingly if he could have a beer.
After I pass by, I hear behind me the sickening sound of "pop pop pop pop pop". I got on the sidewalk just as the Caddy hauls past me.
I didn't think it was a gun, by the sound and the frequency of the bursts. I went back, and the guys who got hit were shaken, but OK.
I was real scared, because I was perfect target for a pellet or just to get clipped by the car...