This happened about a month ago, I work half night shifts in a UK chain where I generally finish work at around 2am. Twas a still Friday night, living in a coastal town, these are somewhat rare to come by this time of year, no single gust of wind, and not a cloud in the sky. I finished my last cigarette before the peaceful moonlit bicycle home. Or so I thought...

Now I should note that I have had many issues biking home at night before so I had known from previous experience to just stick to the main roads where the street lights remain illuminated, guiding me home through a troubled town.

So that is what I did, kept to the main road and followed it up to a steep incline that passes by a large park known and loved to the town. When I say park I mean a fenced off big fuck off field type bastard with a children's play area (slides, swings and shit) and little car park.

The park is completely dark as usual but the only exception is a pair of car headlights that are clearly parked at the child's play area, must have been atleast 200 metres away from me biking on the lit road that runs past it (flippin' big park.)

This road is quite steep and I'm putting the deltoids and the glutes and the flutes to good work pushing up this big bugger, when I start hearing a shouting towards me coming from the car. It is far away so it sounds like unintelligible hooting and grunting, one clearly was a bloke and another clearly a woman by the pitch of their voices. I think nothing of it as they are clearly not cries for help more likely just couple of crazy kids up to no good, making mischief. I ignored them and carry on pushing up the road. I get a bit concerned when I hear the slamming of their car doors and a roar of their engine as they speedily tear through the field to make its way up the road to me, the unsuspecting cyclist.

I push it harder, just past three quarters of the way up this road, almost at the top... I hear them exit the park and start making their way up the road, hollering, shouting, laughing and revving the engine.. it was like some planet of the apes shit. As I got to the top they were nearly right behind me and I quickly turned onto a pedestrian path. They razzed past, no indication of slowing down.. no indication at all for that matter as they pulled onto a large roundabout at the top of the road... bloody savages! They were shouting all sorts if nonsense but the one thing I did make out was "where the fuck did he go?" after I had turned down the alley and turned my bike lights off. They ended up looping round trying to find me for a few minutes before zooming off and I promptly made my way home.

A couple of days later, I heard that a fire engine had been called to that park about an hour after the incident as the children's play area was ablaze and they caused thousands of pounds worth of damage to children's play equipment.

Makes me wonder if they were chasing me down thinking I witnessed their vandalism. Would they have tried to hit me off my bike as they are clearly dementanted enough burn down a kids play area? I reported what I saw to the police and heard nothing back. I stick to the darker roads now just in case I ever bump into those rascals once more.