Along those lines, I had a car (with cat-calling guys in it) follow me one night when I was out jogging (I was about 17 years old, IIRC). I began to take a more twisted route, hoping to lose them. At last I came to a place where I could dart between a pole and a building, then cross several one-way streets through parking lots (which I did in an all-out sprint). Just as I darted between the pole and building, the car came very close to me with the passenger half hanging out the window. At that moment he bellowed “I WANNA FUCK YOU !!!”
That was a bit unsettling.
I made it home in record time however.
I had forgotten a lot of these, but this thread has me remembering more and more.