Oh in HS I connected two rail road tracks with some speaker wire and closed the crossing arms on a busy road for 10 minutes until I saw the cars backing up for a quarter mile on each side, then pulled it. If caught i probably would have been charged with malicious mischief.

In the dorms, would put cellophane on the women’s toilet bowls under the seat or direct the toilet filler tube out from under the tank top to hit them in the backside. Also put powdered red jello in shower heads to look like blood. Pretty tame stuff.

Brought back a long lost brain cell...

Though I am certainly not a wordsmith, and CAN actually write a paper with a modicum of substance....(virtually a straight A student in hs and college....99 percentile SATs, etc.), I almost didn't graduate hs :(. 1978...12th grade English (must pass, including passing a term paper)....I still remember my subject matter (The Lonliness of the Long Distance Runner)....might not have been a GREAT paper, but it did NOT suck that bad. Power tripping BEOTCH gave me a D- on the paper...jepordizing my graduation from hs....I wasn't the only one. I went on to be a computer science/networking whiz, another bud went to West Point, another to law school, you get the idea.....she hated us all. End of summer....one week before we all were to depart our hs daze...off to school....out one night...we came across a field of ripening tomatoes...three carloads of hell raising teens loaded up....off to Ms Durway's house we went :). Good gawd amighty we simply plastered her whole freakin' house....about a dozen seniors, and one's "little brother in 10th" grade. Off to college we went.....merrily :).

The little bastid left behind in hs "cracked under pressure"...spilled his guts, and fingered EVERY damn one of us about three months into college....we ALL had to send that beotch $45 (actually a bit of $ back then) to pay for her cleanup....

I still regret stealing someone's tomatoes ;)

Back in High School 16yo I was driving the Tercel with three or four friends on a long straight smooth dirt road behind a pickup with two college kids/men.
I tried to get by a couple times politely using my blinker and lights.
No go. That was his road and he was claiming the whole thing.

They responded by slowing from 20-25mph to 10mph driving in the center.
Driver eventually parked it and walked back with a 'kick your ass' comment or something to that effect.
He walked back.

I put it in reverse grabbed the handbrake and floored it....showering him and his truck with gravel and rocks. Ping pang. Could hear it.
Did a quick reverse 180 grabbed handbrake and floored it again in 1st gear.
Showered again.

Drove off in the dust all of us laughing.

Halloween trick from my youth , we had a section of 2 lane road by our houses that was not lit with street lights . Open fields on both sides of the road so it was dark at night . We'd take bars of soap and scrape a heavy solid line on the road from side to side . Once that was down two kids ( one on each side ) would kneel down and put their hands near the soap line . When a car would come the headlights would illuminate the soap line and the kids . When the car was seconds away from the soap line the kids would stand up and raise their hands giving the illusion they were raising a rope or chain . Most drivers would panic and slam on their brakes sometimes losing control and skidding to the side of the road . We would repeat until caught or we tired of the activity :D .

Hit an unmarked popo car with an egg that a little hottie had put in my hand....from a car. High speed chase...we stopped when we saw the blue lights though. Driver went to jail (now a multi-millionaire family man), me and another younger bud (ALSO went to West Point ;)) were cleaning his car when I removed the fireworks I'd stashed...outside of his dad's (lawyer...later a judge) house....before he took my azz home....

Dad....there's someone here to see you...rut-ro...

We were all the "good kids", top students, the very worst were the "country club" types...not I.

We were the biggest bunch of underage, beer drinkin', hell raisers imaginable....EVERY damn one of us :). But we were SMART....dumbazz kids too :(.

Everyone of our parents would have killed us all if they only knew a fraction of our antics back then.....college perfected it....Animal House style :)

Somebody had to do it.

This is more common today. It's even worse in universities. In college, I had several professors that graded based on adherence to their opinions.

You'd be surprised how much opinion there is in the graded papers of elementary students these days.

The thing is Jeff, it gets quite personal when someone brings two tonnes of metal into your space. The intent is to terrify. I have a friend, he's been hit four times as an adult bicycle rider. Close fly bys are a regular thing, and this one time my friend knew there was a fair bet that car would be caught at a certain intersection a few k's on. And sure enough, it was. Imagine the drivers surprise when his door was yanked open and he was dragged out onto the asphalt flat on his back by angry man who yelled at him and sweated all over him. His baseball cap got knocked off, apparently.

Now for myself, its the mysteries and vagaries of plumbing and electricals in foreign places. Cant do much about plumbing, but I will use my Leatherman to err, disconnect lights in hotels that cannot be turned off.

That reminds me of a road trip I took in my 74 914 2.0 when I was probably 21 or so. Small country highway going into Ft. Walton Beach, FL from Alabama. I had been on some photo-shoot in southern Alabama. Anyway, I come up behind some guys in a old beat up pickup going 40 in a 55 MPH highway. I pull over to pass and they speed up. Now a 914 is a whopping 95 HP and they had some loud V8 in the truck so I could not get around so I had to pull back behind and they slowed down again. They started tossing beer bottles out the window at me, but missed. Finally after a couple of miles I saw a straight and wound the little 2.0 to the red line in 2nd (about 55) and through third, to redline so I was WAY over the speed limit, and I finally got around them, but just by a few feet as we came to some curves. I had to pucker up and held the curve, and then a even sharper turn to the left. I drifted through it and saved it. I looked behind me and saw the pickup flying through a fence and go a little airborne, and slam down deep into some farmers cotton field. They tried hard to follow a sports car into the curves. I did not go back to check. I hope the farmer got them to pay for the fence.

Not me but I thought it was good and recent... You heard of the yellow vest movement in Europe, France especially, blocking roundabouts / freeways / traffic... They're hungry and thirsty protesters, apparently... One (fake) supporter of their movement brought them food and drink alright, laced with laxative. Apparently traffic flowed really well in that entire area that week end (pun intended).

There was this time at band camp ......

Know I mentioned this before but know of a speed trap where a spotter plane circles and calls in to waiting cruisers. Usually 3 or 4. If you know where to look you can see if it is out.

My wife and I were doing about 80-85 in the 911 approaching the area and see the plane in the far distance. Just about then a Vette passes me doing 90, so being courteous, I speed up to a buck where he feels obligated to pass me. As soon as he passed me, I was hard on the binders down to the limit since we were just about hitting the speed trap. He kept going probably saying something about idiot Porsche drivers.

About 3 minutes later we passed him again having a nice conversation with the staters.