Only in Berkeley . . .
We found a spot a few hundred yards away from the restaurant that, even for Berkeley, is fortunate, so I began to back into the space. The clock seems to move slowly at times like this, and I heard a glass break just as I began to reach the curb. I thought for a half-second that I had backed over a bottle, and swore aloud, but in that same half-second realized that I had checked before I began to park. At the same moment, we heard a crash and saw a bottle hit the hood. It only took a moment to realize that someone was throwing bottles at us, and from the rooftop of a ten-story building under construction.
I hit the gas and pulled out of the spot, stopping at the intersection to call the police. We assumed that the "perps" had had their fun and run off, but before the police could arrive, they started a second barrage of bottles. I called 911 this time (I had called the non-emergency line before), and we yelled to the people walking past to "think again." Just then, we heard a loud crash and saw a cloud of dust rising behind us. We later learned they had thrown a bucket of tar off of the roof. It hit just behind a car parked near the building, covering it and several others nearby with tar. Needless to say, the can was flattened from the impact.
The kids ran off before the police could search the building, and we were left with a "healthy" dent in the hood and a broken headlamp. (Either the force had caused a shock causing the damage, or a second bottle had hit the light.)
We knew we were lucky. From that height, the champagne bottle would have easily gone through the windshield. And I was lucky, if you can call it that, because we were in our Volvo wagon and not my TT.
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Sorry to hear about your hood - but at least that is replaceable and neither your or anyone from your family was hurt.
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