For doing the right thing and sharing with us. I posted this over in the Motorcycle thread but thought it might be usefull here too. I know this is title is drawing on a bad guy but some times a quick exit is better than going for your sidearm when BG draws on you.
I too got the shakes after the fact. I belive its called an adrenaline crash.
From the Motorcycle Thread Wildscar wrote: The best thing you can do on a bike when if something happens is to just go. Leave the area as fast as you can. Before I started carrying I was the attempted victim of a bike jacking. This all happened at about 2 in the morning. I ride a sport bike and so did the other rider in the story.
I was escorting another female rider home and while she turn off for her exit I kept going down Preston towards Northwest HWY. When I was stopped at a light I notice the black truck pulled up my right side. I get the uneasy feeling and then a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. That’s when it happened.
I glance over and see the passenger door fly open and over the hood I see a pistol coming over the hood. I only heard half of what he said because I let the clutch out and gave it the gas. I was sure the bike was going to fly out from under me and I would be done for. The front wheel did come off the ground but I was able to put my body weight over the bike and keep it down. Maybe I was hearing things or mistaken in what I heard but I thought I hear about 3 shots. I expected to get hit in the back and then be spattered all over the road. I would have crawled in the gas tank if I could have. I ran the next 3 lights and made a left turn on to North West HWY. I was hoping that at any point there would have been a cop at one of the intersections. Had I been riding like that for fun I’m sure there would have been. I finally pulled over in a well lit connivance store to catch my breath and let the adrenalin run but about the time I came to a stop I remember who I had left just moments before. I torn out for her place to make sure that wasn’t the trucks next stop. I took Northwest to Central up to Royal where she lived. She was just putting the garage door down when I flew into the drive way. I put my bike in there and then used her phone to call in a report. She thought I was crazy and made the whole story up. Then the cops got there and while I was making my report the LEO’s asked if it was a black Toyota truck. When I looked back over at her, he mouth was hanging open. One of those looks of ‘He wasn’t lying’ moments. Apparently I wasn’t the only one that got to meet them. I was just one of the lucky ones that got away. Never heard if they got them or not. I never saw that truck again.
Later that night(morning I should say) after the cops left and I was pulling my bike out of the garage to head home I started to put my helmet on. I got one of those clarity moments of what really happened. There was a scuff on my brand new helmet. One that left by a bullet grazing off it. I rolled the bike back in the garage and decided to stay the night on the couch.
Believe what yall want. If yall don’t believe it so be it. I don’t have a video of it and nothing to back it up with. Best advice I can give it to learn your bike as you would you firearm. Develop that muscle memory that will one day possibly save your life. I know today that if that same encounter happened when I started riding it might not have ended so well.