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I arrived in Beaconsfield at 5:00am to complete a 300km epic.  The place where I assumed I could park had parking restrictions so opted to park in a backstreet instead.  I parked and got my bike out, and as I was ready to kit up three dark skinny guys in a black Station Wagon sedan pulled up alongside me “hey mon how far it was to the train station?”.  I told them I wasn’t from around here & couldn’t tell them.

Whilst I was continuing my preparations they did a u-turn and parked directly behind me.  I honestly wasn’t paying attention and should have had major alarm bells ringing.  Only when I heard the car doors open did I realise that something was wrong.  Two of the guys got out of their car.  One asked me “do you drive a manual?”.  My first thought was what difference does it make to you.  I then realised I was parked on a very quiet street.  There wasn’t much lighting and I had two kids in their early twenties coming straight at me.

Both were very lean, one was tallish at 6’3 the other one around my height.  It happened so fast that I really didn’t have time to think.  One of the guys went and opened my front door and started poking in my car.  The alarm rang and I said “what the hell are you doing?”.  The second guy was standing in between me & him & pushed me back gently & it was quite surreal how calm they were, and seemed a bit spaced out.  It was a perfect situation where you had one in the car to speed off if anyone came buy.

One to control the victim & one to do the crime.

The car was insured & thankfully I recognised that.  I thought about the money I had on me, and thankfully just thought that its only money.  Its the cards that I would hate to have taken from me.  The guy who had pushed me back kept his hand in his pocket, and thankfully my heart beat didn’t raise and was staring them down.  It all happened so quickly.

The guy inside my car shook his head and they both went back to their car and drove off.

The only thing I could think of was that they were looking for an automatic and couldn’t drive my car.  I was shocked & couldn’t believe that they didn’t rob me.  I couldn’t leave my car there now and quickly threw my bike in the boot and got back in.  My phone was sitting right next to my handbrake & couldn’t believe he didn’t see it.

I am so lucky to have experienced a situation like this and come out scott free.  Having my possessions stolen isn’t the end of the world, but if the guy had a knife winding up in hospital would.  Please use this as a reminder that there aren’t nice people out there.  If you’re in an unfamiliar place be more mindful of your surroundings.

I contacted the police and gave them a heads up, and hopefully they get whats coming to them.  Given how calm and collected they were this wasn’t the first time they’ve done this.  Being me I still rode.

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2 thoughts on “Carjacking

    carolynswriting said:
    October 3, 2015 at 4:14 am

    Good to hear you survived this, B! A scary experience. Even more so the Spartan ride following!

      Brendan responded:
      October 3, 2015 at 7:51 am

      With what happened on Tuesday night, its been quite a dramatic week. Thanks C! hope you’re having a great weekend

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