I just got back from town about five minutes ago and I'm plastered in chocolate milkshake. "Why?" you might ask. Well, I was waiting for the lights to go green and just as they did, the passenger in some pillocks car decided to empty his bevy over me before they sped away. I nearly caught the f()cker at the next set of lights but they screeched away again. Why do this? I was minding my own business in my own little world. At the very least, they could have had the balls to stick around so I could a) question them about it, or b) jam my pump down their throats. Luckily, they missed the bike. Oooooooh, if that had happened, God alone couldn't have saved them. Anyone else have a similar story?