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Oh, I was on my bike the other day, comming back from a cocktail/superbowl party, and went through the light because there weren't any cars around.
-Then some guy in a car started yelling at me, and I told him to f'k off.
-Next thing you know, he started following me a couple blocks still yelling at me and swerving with his big car. I'm afraid because I can't get away, or protect myself from being run over.
-At the next light he's stuck in traffic and still yelling at me, so finally I've had enough of his verbal assault, and start yelling back. Mabye he'll go away. He gets out of the car to beat me up, and I have to use the only thing at hand to defend myself with, my bicycle transportation.
-Then I get hit from behind by another driver and that's the last thing I remember, your honor.
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