[boop]

When I was a kid, we used to throw snowballs at trucks that drove though our neighborhood. Haha! Lotsa fun, but once we threw a snowball at some guy's car. Screech. Brake lights.

Backing lights.

Now some 230lb. hulk gets out of his car and chases us.

Uh, let's just say that we never did that again.

[kearnyirish2]

“When I was a kid, we used to throw snowballs at trucks that drove though our neighborhood. Haha! Lotsa fun, but once we threw a snowball at some guy’s car. Screech. Brake lights.”

We used to do that from a cemetery when we were kids; finally the cops would show up, and we couldn’t figure out how they knew exactly where we were behind the fence. Afterwards we realized they simply drove along the plowed and salted blacktop until they came to a bunch of loose snow in the roadway. They’d stop short and jump out, and we’d take off. We had to run some distance; otherwise they’d just follow our footprints.

How about “bugging” (aka “bumper-riding”)?

[kearnyirish2]

I always felt bad for the bus drivers along transit routes, because they were sitting ducks; they’d pull up to a bus stop and open the doors, thinking kids were getting on, and five or six snowballs would sail right in at the driver (and he’d watch the kids sprint away in the opposite direction his bus was facing).

One of my friends put it best when we were griping about getting old & out of shape: “You’ll never be in the same shape as you were when you regularly ran from cops”. So true...