I was biking home last night and doing my golf-balling in Van Cort.
I was just about to leave the park into Yonkers
when this dude came running down the path
all wide-eyed and out of breath
and he said "Did you see some kids go by on bicycles?"
I said yes
"They stole my daughters' bikes! You've got to stop them!"
I said "When I stop them what I am supposed to do then?"
He said "I don't know, but you have to stop them!"
So I turned my bike around and hauled-ass down the path back towards the Bronx
I came upon two kids riding on a bike
and I yelled "Whose bike is that!?"
The kid said "That's my bike" and I knew right away he was telling the truth
so I apologized and kept going
then I saw two kids on two different bikes ahead of me and I yelled
"Hey!"
They looked back at me and then started to book
I yelled "Get off those bikes! You can't out-run me!"
Which was true
and they soon realized it so they both hopped off the bikes and one kid took off on foot
and the other kid stopped and faced me
as I got off my bike
But I said to myself "I can take this punk"
and I went right at him
but he thought better of it
and turned tail and ran
