Duh! I should have known what rolling meant. Here in Indiana, we called it TP'ing. Had it done to my trees a couple of times when my kids were in HS. Once chased kids down the street in my pajamas at a full sprint while their car backed up. It became the stuff of legend among my daughter's friends.
kp, yes, she was embarrassed, but at that moment I was so pissed I didn't care what she or her friends thought. The next day we all laughed at the sight of the car backing down the street with this crazy man in pajamas in hot pursuit.
We called it TPing here too. When I was in HS, there was a bunch of Irish football players from my school who used go TPing all over the valley. They would load up a car with Colt 45 malt liquor; Ron Rico Puerto Rican rum; crooks cigars and Thunderbird wine as they rode through the night looking for trouble. Sometimes they blew up mail boxes with M-80's, but that was only when the Mexican players on the team returned from their annual family trips to Tijuana to resupply their cache of ammunition... Now about that car... Do you realize that in those days, a bunch of young lads could go to a junkyard and buy an old car that still ran for as little as $50? It would ride over lawns and through backyards and even around the bases at the local public school baseball fields. If I remember correctly, as many as seven large players could fit neatly into a Nash Rambler...eight, if one of them was your small Mexican cornerback. Four could fit inside; one on the trunk; one more on the roof; and one on the hood. You had to have one on the hood, so that he could give directions to the guy who was steering... Some folks hated those lads... while others called them a legend...the original marauders of the night...like Zorro, they came; they conquered; they left their mark... ......Once Upon a Time in Los Angeles......JO'Co
We used to meet groups of girls at the local drive in theaters. We could put three guys in the front, four in the back, and four more in the trunk with a couple of cases of beer in one of our parents big Bonnevilles or such. We'd try to get there early so we could drive over the paring humps at the drive in at a high speed with those guys in the trunk. Really use to piss them off. 8)