Egg, a scramble, and a happy ending (to come)

The steep and empty streets of the new Moncrieff  development are great for hill intervals. It will take a few months before house construction makes the streets a bit too busy and dirty. But now, it is good for maximum efforts at up to 10% grade.

After a gut-busting (I hope) series of intervals I took a moderate ride home; apart from a blast up Heritage Park Pinch (Forde) for a PR.

Egg

I was only 200m from home when I was hit on the back of the arm by an egg! I wobbled a bit, noticed the egg on the handlebars and the shells on the road and found the car.

My trusty #Fly6 camera was recording.  Top Tip: When an incident occurs, immediately read the number plate out aloud “for the benefit of the tape”.

I decided to ride to the Police Station to make a report immediately; repeating the number to help remember it.

Scramble

But then I saw the car straight ahead at the end of the road. I was heading in that direction and though they had a 500m head start I picked up my pace. As luck would have it the car was stopped at traffic lights opposite the Police station! I sprinted to the car, banged on the driver’s window, exchanged some choice words, showed them the camera and calmly walked across the road to make a report. (I wonder what the two cars waiting behind made of it.)

My MaxHR on the hill intervals was 180-185. My MaxHR at the traffic lights was 192!

I read the W on the plate as an M, but the officer was able to match the car. The officer took my details and a few photos of my eggy handlebars and eggy arm and asked for the video; on CD (!) if possible. I went home to clean up.

After failed attempts at editing 15 minutes of video down to the 30 seconds required without a massive drop in video quality and then not being able to burn a DVD, I took the memory card and laptop to the station.

Happy ending…

‘I’ve had a busy night’ said the constable upon my return. As luck (and a sudden burst of good sense) would have it, the driver had visited the station to make a statement (‘it wasn’t me, it was him’) and soon afterwards the assailant walked in with his parents to make a full admission.

The constable told me that he had made the danger and stupidity of the act quite clear; what could happen if a cyclist falls in traffic! Apparently the parents were livid… and the kid wants to be a policeman when he grows up.

to come…

Because of his full admission I have elected to have ‘restorative justice’, as I think that it will make a greater impression than a Court or a caution. This is an arbitrated process where we will meet in a controlled atmosphere and I can ask for ‘restoration’. It must be reasonable. For example if a window was broken, restoration might be payment for the window. Or it might be a spot of gardening.

I wondered if volunteering at a Pedal Power event might be suitable, but it might be a bit hard to explain. “No, Brian isn’t a cyclist.He threw an egg at me so now he has to mix gerry cans of sports drink.”

At the moment I am tending towards just an apology. And perhaps 500 words on the subject “why a metre matters.” (This post is about 600 words.)

And most importantly, because of his full admission I will NOT be posting the video.

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