Around midnight two weeks ago, I was walking from the Columbia Heights metro to my house when a young man on a bike passed me slowly. He stayed within a block of me for most of the way, then stopped at the end of the block while I walked past him. As I walked up the next hill, he biked by me and grabbed my ass. My response was reflexive – as he biked away up the hill I ran after him and grabbed him by the back of his backpack and pulled him off his bike. He kind of scrambled out of the way and his bike fell to the ground. I picked it up (it was kind of light, thankfully) and threw it into the street, shouting at him all the while. Then I just walked off.
After a block or so the adrenaline wore off and I started to get quite shaky. The strange thing about the interaction was that he never said anything the entire time, just had this blank expression on his face.
I still feel very nervous when people bike by me on the sidewalk. Add that to the nervousness I feel when a man jogs by me (from an incident a few years ago where a guy grabbed my breast as he jogged by me) and it’s not fun. It does wear off, though, and I try not to let the fear rule my life.
Here’s a rough description of the guy:
Younger (20s?), short, with short dark curly hair, Latino, pretty light skin tone, wearing (at the time) a red shirt and dark pants and a dark (navy or black) backpack, smaller white road bike with drop handlebars.
Location: 14th Street & Randolph Street NW
Submitted by Katie
Beware of the Bicycle Stalker
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