When I was in junior high, my friend Richard and I were at the library when a bully started picking on him. Richard was huge, but he didn't want any trouble. Later, at school, the bully, David Watts-who has a much smaller criminal record than I expected-and his friends were making fun of Richard. Richard got off the bus with Watts, and beat him to a pulp.
Today after work, I rode back to Main Tree St, which is a street in the same sense that Niagara Falls is a stream, and rode up it to the top. It's much easier when you're not in the middle of a gluttonous binge. The girlish whimpering on the way down is still pretty annoying, though.