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Today’s story comes from a listener known only as “D”.

The year: 1984.

My nerdy friends and I enjoyed playing around with remote control electronics and putting them together with motors to make robots. I’m not sure where the idea came from to build a water cannon and mount it to the hood of my car, but that’s exactly what I did.

There were two units. One consisted of a receiver and servos that would aim a nozzle 120 degrees in any direction. Attached to the nozzle was a flexible rubber hose attached to a high powered water pump under the hood.

The other unit was a radio control transmitter for controlling the servos that aimed the nozzle. And most importantly there was a big red button that turned on the pump for firing the water cannon.

Usually I’d be driving, and a friend would operate the water cannon. We could squirt cars in front of or next to us. One could aim the water straight up and rain water down on the car, or if the car was moving, cars behind us would get soaked. This was especially fun if the car was a convertible. And yes, we did soak some convertible owners. During the summer, pedestrians could get a cool shower.

Most people appreciated this unique feature of my car and would give the thumbs up as we squirted passing cars. I urged my friends to use restraint and not squirt just anyone. Especially not tough-looking bikers wearing leather and skull tattoos. This did happen, and it was NOT fun. I had a motorcycle gang member drive next to us after being squirted, and pound on the window. I pretended like he wasn’t there and kept driving as he pounded, yelling at us to pull over. I thought he would follow us until we ran out of gas and kill us both. Eventually he gave up and decided he had better things to do. What did he expect me to do, happily roll the window down so he could punch me in the face?!

But the last straw was when my friend was playing around and squirted a MOTORCYCLE COP in the face. After the first near death experience with a motorcycle, I had warned all my friends to never shoot a motorcycle! Luckily this motorcycle was headed in the opposite direction in the other lane, and we were going around a corner. I then instinctively looked behind us and as soon as the cop was around the corner, I veered off onto a side road in case he decided to chase us. From there I wound down as many small side roads as I could find. We eventually worked our way home where I promptly disassembled this evil weapon and it was never used again.

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