Okay, let’s imagine that you’re one of these guys.
You’re wheeling around on your Huffy mountain bike in Gastown when you see a vulnerable person with a bag. You take your baseball card out of the spokes, so you don’t alarm the target, you get up nice and close and BOOM, grab and go. You’ve done this about a million times because lets face it, if you’re robbing someone while you’re cruising around on a bicycle then chances are you’re a scumbag. And just when you think you’ve gotten away, you look up and see this.
Yeah buddy, you picked the wrong target and this guy with a gap in his teeth wide enough to rival the Rideau canal is going to either beat the wheels off you or do the same thing to your face that has been done to his. You try and get away and next thing you know you’re parallel with the road, your face is bloodied, your bike pegs have popped off the side and Mark Borowiecki leaves with your treasure. What a guy, what a story.
The Morning Skate 