I remember being in my mid 20s. Driving out on arthur kill road on staten island..kinda the boondocks back then.
I passed about 15 bikers and one of them threw a beer bottle at my car.
Black z28 camaro of course :) Convertible. Leather seats.
So I got out and started walking towards them.
And then I realized there were no other Italians around for MILES and I got back in my car and left :)
Killed me to do it. But better than being killed :)
Maybe a hawk was fixing to attack your car and he was just trying to help by hitting it with a bottle.
:D
That was one of the African-American rice chopper groups that have gotten in a lot of trouble for chasing cars down and beating the drivers senseless.
One of them did get some prison time for it, but I do not think it has slowed down the gangs.
Should give the dude more credit. It’s hard to ride a motorcycle and drink beer at the same time.
And give thanks you weren’t in Appalachia, NJ.