Originally Posted by Ray R

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..