Last Summer my wonderful boyfriend bought himself a sleek new Schwinn bike that he really liked. Our first ride together was a weekend brunch. As we headed over to the Hudson cafe, we weaved through the industrial area of Georgetown. As we were riding through one of these very tore up streets, a man climbed over a barbed fence and ran into the street in front of us screaming about something chasing him, call 911 now! The man was covered in blood and he leapt the next barbed fence. We both stopped, immobilized with the fear that something was coming to attack us. I looked at Richard and asked should we call for help, he was so shocked he said hell no lets just get the hell out of here!