Last kidnap attempted on me

The last time I was almost kidnapped. This time it was probably when I was in 7th grade, a couple of years after the last incident. I was riding my bike in the neighborhood across from mine. I have ridden on 75th street a bit, going to school. I didn’t think much of it, as I was strolling around on a weekend. Near the end of 75th that led to 21st street in Tulsa, a green Dodge Crystler van pulled up next to me. I knew something was up, and I started to pedal as fast as I could. The sliding door opened up and three young looking black men popped out. I would assume a couple were in their teens, and one in their early twenties. I already had momentum to avoid them. They all jumped back into their van, and the van began following me. Looking back, I believe the move I pulled next could have ended up badly for me. I crossed 75th street to the otherside crossing in front of the van. Maybe they didn’t want to damage the bike, maybe I was too close to 21st for them, I really don’t know why they didn’t ram into me. 

I got around the block, they were still following me, and I knew I needed to get to people. That would protect me more than trying to ride away. They could keep up, and there was no creek or anything like that I could cross to lose them. As I rounded around the block, watching the much older man that was driving. He was a bit bigger. A dad bod some would say. Grey hair and a thin grey beard. I looked and saw a couple leave their house. I road my bike right behind them, stopped and stared at the van, like “I dare you to”. This couple wouldn’t be able to do much except make a scene. I figured they probably knew their neighbors and would make them come out to check on them if the van of people did do something. The couple, who were probably in their 50s, just looked at me. I didn’t talk to them, I just watched the van. As soon as I saw the van take off, I took off. 

I believe I saw the van a few times, but they never attempted to grab me again. This time around, I think they were going to grab me to steal my bike, or to beat me up. Nothing sexual, at least I assumed. 

That was my last time almost getting kidnapped. I may still have a deep down fear of someone abducting me, but the risk is so low now that it doesn’t bother me. I believe the few times has helped my awareness of what is around me, and to mitigate my risk. Also it helped with my Hot/Cold gap. What I think I would do vs what I would actually do.