Drugged up teens out to kill with their car

Early today I left for a century ride at 5:00 AM. About a mile from the main road I saw a car heading my way weaving erratically. The sun was just rising in front of me so I could not make out its make or color, but as it got nearer I heard loud adolescent voices screaming what I think was "get him, get him!". And suddenly the car veered across the meridian and came straight for me. I had perhaps two seconds to turn the trike to avoid being hit. As I went over the embankment at the side of the road I heard them gun the engine and roar off, still screaming at the top of their lungs. I on the other hand, tumbled over the embankment and ended up face down in the ditch with the trike on top of me. I was cut and bruised. I was wearing my helmet (never leave home without it) so the rocks I fell on only dented that, instead of my head. The trike's mirror was broken and the fenders dented.

After some struggling I managed to push the trike up and back onto the road, turned around, and headed for home. No ride for me today. But I heard a horn honking repeatedly behind me and brakes screeching. Loud screaming voices too. They were back. Their car roared. I glanced over my shoulder to see the car headed straight for me at high speed. It just missed my rear wheel by inches as I panic turned into someone's driveway and right up the house's front step. The car, with its still screaming adolescents turned at high speed and in a shower of dust and small rocks, drove away.

I have no doubt at all that they were trying to run me over. They came very, very close to doing so. Twice. With only inches to spare each time. I have no idea who they were. Nor I am sure, did they know me. They just saw someone "different" out early in the morning when no one else was around. Since most teens give me a friendly wave as I go by, I suspect this bunch of drooling ceropithecoidea had imbibed a combination of drugs and perhaps some pure meanness as well. The continuous non-stop screaming signified the former; their actions, the latter.

Sigh. I much prefer the bears and mountain lions around here, which are on the whole peaceful and gentle creatures. These anserine human louts on the other hand were clearly trying to kill me for no other reason than that I was there. They would have succeeded too, had I not plunged down the embankment to avoid become just another hit and run statistic.