Yes

I was almost to the bridge when I noticed a small group of girls and guys walking towards me on the path on the other side of the bridge. Holy shit! Where did they come from? I slowed down a bit thinking I'd turn around, but I was in the lights and there was a lot more path the way I came than where I wanted to go. Then I heard one of the girls say "Yeah, he is!" and she was looking right at me. Spotted and Identified.

I don't know if it was a decision or if I froze, but I just kept going towards them. I crossed the bridge and on the other side, this group of people moved over to let me pass. Because of the bridge and the width of the path I had to ride within a couple feet of them. So I tried to smile and just said "hi". One of them gave a wolf whistle as I went by... So now we can add embarassment to that list of feelings.

My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. As soon as I got past them I pedalled as hard as I could to get to the gravel path just 30 feet from the bridge.

As I turned onto the gravel my front tire dug in hard, and I almost wiped out. I had to put my foot down to right myself. I felt something brush against my leg, but I was too concerned with getting some distance between me and these people to pay any attention. I could hear those girls giggle a bit. Apparently they were watching me ride away. So I kept going. But a few seconds later I heard one of the girls yelling out "Hey! You dropped something! Hey!" "Hey don't you want these? hahaha." Which is when I realized I was no longer holding my shorts in my hand.