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I was riding my bike north on Racine yesterday when a well-dressed guy waiting at a bus stop yelled, “Hey! How much you want for that bike?” as I rode by, reaching into his pocket. “Good morning,” was my somewhat irrelevant response, and it wasn’t until I was past the guy that I processed what…