Getting yelled at with whoops and hollars("Hey Lance") happens about twice a month. That doesn't phase me at all, I just smile and wave. But a 16 oz bottle of Orange Crush thrown by a pickup coming up from behind just missing my ear is another thing entirely. The pickup got caught in a little traffic, but I never caught up to it and I've never seen it since (yet, I'm still looking for it). Makes me wish I had a helmet cam with enough resolution to be able to pick out a license plate number to at least file a complaint.