Riding the Blue Line back from the Long Beach destination of the 7th Annual L.A. River Ride this morning the strangest thing I’ve ever seen go down on mass transportation happened. Standing with my bike at the back of the last car as the train pulled up to the Willow station I saw a young kid nonchalantly sitting solo on the platform with his back against a column. After the train stopped and the doors opened suddenly there was the kid leaning in to look furtively around. He glanced at me a couple feet from him and then looked in the opposite direction downcar and in a flash reached out to the seated passenger nearest to him, smacking him on the side of the head and bolting back out and down the platform before anyone could react with anything but surprise. Not injured but nonetheless startled and with glasses askew from the blow , the struck passenger looked around in shock but made no attempt at a pursuit, and when I leaned out the door before it closed the kid had stopped running and was just standing there a bit dejected when he saw no one was chasing after him.
So in asking myself why the fuck would a juvenile do something so delinquently chickenshit all I could come up with was the twisted kid was entertaining himself with a prank wherein the minor assault is committed in hopes of punking the victim into a pursuit off the train and then laughing stupidly and out of reach when the trains seals up and leaves, stranding the assaulted until the next train comes along. Or to be even more devious and paranoid maybe there was something worse in store, as in what if the kid’s gotta a prebuscent posse hidden nearby looking to intimidate and antagonize the strandee… or worse.
Whether I’m on target or way off-base, be on your guard out there whether the line you’re on be blue, red, purple, gold or orange.