Was out on the bike yesterday, getting a good ride in during a mid-day break from work. A white OJ like SUV pulls up along side me with five boys in the car and they proceed to blast me with water guns. Pissed, I sit up and start yelling at them. Being a tough guy I bark at them to pull over, but they just drive off. I hammer a bit thinking they may get caught up at a light and see that they don't. Not even 10 minutes later, while still brewing over the drive by, I'm back in my rhythm, clipping along when I could feel the pressure of a vehicle very close to me. In the next second, I feel a full hand bitch slap smack on my ass, then a cabriolet full of girls speeds off. Now I'm outraged and startled, and I sputter obscenities to myself as I pedal on. Later that day, I'm rehashing the two incidents with rage to my wife as she laughs hysterically at me. She forces me to catch myself and I begin to laugh as well. Granted, the ass smack could have made me crash, but for the most part, the two situations were innocent enough and just kids being kids. Man, I must be getting old.