Touring down the West Coast from Canada to Mexico several times my wife and I actually looked for small stones to pinch at passing cars. It became an entertaining game to pass the time. We got pretty good at hitting our targets and no one ever came unglued about it.

I was threatened with death for spitting on a new black Mercedes I could tell was going to Jerry Brown me on Torrey Pines Road in spite of having an empty left lane in which to pass me safely. The driver decided he didn't want to stick around when I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.

I have a story about a driver who encountered me every morning on my way to work at 6 am in the dark on a certain road I had no choice but to take. I began watching my mirror for headlights coming up behind me and came to recognize him because it took him so long to reach me compared to the other drivers who were moving at a faster speed. Every morning he would match my speed, draw even with me, and lean on the horn. Sometimes he then pulled in front of me and brake checked me.

This went on for several months. I tried leaving earlier, but sometimes time got short and I ended up in the wrong place at 6 am once again.

The turning point came when I purchased a Magicshine 1600 and mounted it on the bars. The first time I used it he pulled in front of me and brake checked me. This time I was able to read his license plate for the first time and called 911. I never saw him again.