I was riding my bike down Hillsborough Street when a carload of girls pulled up beside me. They yelled something I didn’t understand, and then one of them hit me over the head with a broom and they all shrieked—funniest thing ever. I was going full speed, and had I wrecked, they’d certainly have driven off. From now on I’m going to carry a rock in my bike basket. When something like this happens, I’m ruined for days.
