Per Frank Krygowski:
I new nothing about the city, so we just headed due west through the
heart of it. In some neighborhood, we did get hostile shouts "Hey
Whitey, what are you doing here?" But we just kept riding.

I used to ride around the city a *lot* on weekends. In fact even today
if we are in a car and take a wrong turn or get lost somewhere
like-as-not I'll be thinking I've *been* here..

Never had a race-based hostile encounter. Maybe just dumb luck on my
part.

Once I was riding down a street and passed some guys in a convertible,
drinking out of a brown paper bag and one guy shouted "Hey man, that
dude's *enjoying* himself.

Another time I was talking to a guy on a corner and he said "You
probably should get out of this place because there is going to be a
gang war in about five minutes.".... Never heard of scheduled gang wars,
so maybe the guy didn't have both oars in the water.... but I said
"Thanks" and got out....
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Pete Cresswell