An iffy moment on the Orange Line bike path

Canadian transplant Gareth of We's in California ran into a little turbulence while riding on the Orange Line bike path from Woodland Hills to Van Nuys:

This week on the bike path home from Woodland Hills to Van Nuys a person on a bike far ahead of me threw their Gatoraide bottle on the ground when they finished it. He was on one of those weird high bicycles with the pedals 3 feet off the ground and the super high handle bars. Tired of the insane amounts of pure garbage lining the streets of our neighborhood, I picked it up and and, going one more block that I needed to, stopped at the next stop told him "Excuse me, you dropped your bottle." It was at that point I noticed his gangbanger t-shirt, a small suspicious looking duffle bag on his handlebars, a 3 inch scar on his forehead, and the distinct smell of a life criminal activity and personal failure. I also noticed I had stopped him at part of the Orange Line bike path where there is nothing but concrete walls and nobody else in sight.

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To which he replied: "F-ck you, I'll f-ck'n shoot you." and then glanced at the duffle bag hanging off his handlebars.

Wow ...

But all that "I almost got shot" stuff aside, that's a 13-mile ride, in my estimation. I'd love to do it myself, but I fear it taking 2 hours and me arriving at the oh-so-debonair Daily News HQ a sweaty, palpitating mess. And now I've gotta worried about being capped by some gangbanger?