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When I was 5, a motorcycle run into me on the sidewalk making me do like a 720 spin while they crashed like 20 meters later. They immediately got up and started cursing at me before they took off when a Kiosk attendant got out. These people have no shame.
Yeah, I've experienced similar two times. The worst time was a cyclist really staring at me as I walked, I didn't change my pace at all and would not have been in his way if he just continued his path and pace. But he did an awkward speed up then tried to break and veered into me, we both fell to the ground and got scraped up and he got so fucking mad. I didn't say anything, just looked at him with a "are you fucking serious?" Face, and that just made him even more mad so he wrestled with his bike to get it up then started walking after me trying to make me stop. But two other adults had seen it all and intervened, I was just an socially awkward and very skinny teenager at the time so I would have not done well by myself.