We pulled up to a traffic light and a motorbike with 2 young blacks on it pulled up right beside us. One of them was wearing a "Death Angels" patch. The guy on the back turned and stared right at me through my open window. It was one of the most evil and frightening looks I have ever seen. The hair stood right up on the back of my neck and every fiber in me screamed "Danger!". Fortunately, the light changed right then and off I went as fast as I could. It was a day or two later when the story broke and they rounded up a bunch of these killers. I sometimes wonder if they were sizing us up.
I lived in the East Bay during that very scary time. I had a job that took me to the city every weekday and I tried to grow eyes in the back of my head.
During the Patty Hearst/SLA business I later realized I'd driven by the apartment house where she was being held very often with no clue she was inside.
What was really scary was when my truck was mobbed in East Palo Alto where I was making a delivery. I hadn't realized it was the location for one of the Hearst food giveaways and the mob thought I was carrying the free goodies. I locked the doors, put the truck into the lowest gear and idled forward. I decided any fool that stood in its way wanted to commit suicide. It took awhile but I finally got free of the crazies. Those were frightening days and those two events were just a small part of the violence that was going on in the name of "civil rights" and anarchy.