After a gruelling 50 miles chaingang round trip in full racing attire, i was bonking, legs dead, dizzy head.
A car passed me and the passenger hurled something like a large orange or apple, that struck my neck and bounced off without breaking. All 3 white male occupants laughed and carried on.
I did get the registration of the car though. I carried on to the lights up ahead and they weren't stupid enough to get stopped by the lights, taking an ample side road escape route.
After the incident I carried on, only 3 minutes from home. I wasn't angry, wasn't bothered in the slightest, "God, am I in shock?" I asked myself, then became really worried that I'd burst out in tears when i got home.
The tears never came, so I mulled over whether it was worth phoning the police. Mr Wows escapades made the process seem glamorous enough that I thought I'd give it a try, plus the bastards laughed at me.
Merseyside police took the incident very seriously
. I tried to say that I know it may seem a triffle, as there was unfortunately (or should that be fortunately) no injury, but they said "Not at all sir, it's assault."
I then tried to counter with the fact that they probably couldn't do much without a witness, but again, they said that they could definitely follow it up.
The woman took descriptions of the men in the car, gave me a reference number and said someone would contact me within 24 hours to arrange giving a full statement, result!
Liverpool is a lovely place to visit. This happened in the posh student area. I'd previously cycled through the gun ridden ganglands of croxteth and had no issues.