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I was once cruising down a hill in S.F. when a car pulled up and started squeezing me against the parked cars. Then I felt a hand on my butt. I slapped it away and braked hard one-handed with a foot to either side. They drove away laughing. It was a couple of young homeboys, probably from nearbye Hunters Point, and the passenger was trying for my wallet. They were lucky the lights were timed, my bike would have gone through the rear window for starters.
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