When I was in my early 20's a van load of migrant workers passed me and one of them threw an empty budweiser bottle at me as I was jogging on a rural road. It went over my right shoulder and I could feel the wind on my ear it was so close.
For the next month I jogged on the same road everyday with a pistol in my pocket hoping to see that same old white Ford van. Looking back it is probably good that they never passed me again.