You'll be happy to know that the suburban delinquents have gone gourmet.  In years past the projectiles thrown at me from passing vehicles have been a meager offering: water, an orange peel and a cup of ice.  Yesterday I got a real treat: a half-eaten burrito.

The car contained two teenage males going in the opposite direction. I was unable to get the license plate but was close enough to hear them laughing.  Being only two blocks from my house I seriously considered giving chase in my car but decided I didn't feel like being arrested for murder.

Upon inspection the frame bore the brunt.  There was a large piece of tortilla stuck to the bottom bracket and cheese was everywhere.