It is amazing that in a small town population 200, that, as a kid, I could find so much trouble to get into, and yet, never get caught.
There was a chestnut tree next to the bank (yes, in the 1970's there were still banks in tiny towns).
Anyway, come fall, lots of chestnuts on the ground, and we picked them up and hid behind the bank with a lookout in front. As soon as the lookout judged that a car was heading through town well in excess of the speed limited he'd give us a sign and a barrage of chestnuts would go flying out at the car.
It was all fun and games until the cops showed up one day and questioned every kid in the neighborhood.
I got questioned.
I asked how fast they were going.
Officer says "what"
The car, how fast was it going, if it was going 30 miles an hour, the posted speed limit, it could have easily stopped and identified whoever was throwing chestnuts at cars.
"harumff, I know it was you and your 'gang', just stop"
"Wasn't me (which in fact was true, I wasn't there the night in question), but I'll spread the word not to do that. I suppose everyone would be happy to comply if you could somehow stop people from speeding through town. The streetlights are dim and we're on skateboards and bicycles. Someone could get hurt."
He set up a radar trap every night for the next 3 weeks....
Didn't really matter, chestnut season was over and snow started to fall.....
