Even worse, I took a spare windshield washer nozzle and mounted it in a discrete place in the grill, aimed up and to the right so I could spray people on the sidewalk. Not just any people, but my buddies and/or class enemies standing around on the sidewalk in front of the youth center on friday and saturday night. That was what you did on the weekend, drive up and down the main drag in our town of 1,100.
Water was fun. A pint of really cheap perfume mixed in was even more hilarious. That was on my '66 Ford pickup. That was about as rebelious as I got as a teenager.
Yeah, kids.
troy