I got one! Driving my old rust bucket Impala back to my folks house with a HS buddy after a night of partying/cruising back in 79-80. Lived in what some might consider a bit of a rough neighbor hood. Anyway stopped at a stop sign a block from my house right off the Eisenhower expressway and noticed a bunch of dudes/bangers hanging out on a front porch/yard. That start saying something (can't hear cause I was running punch out glass packs) and moving towards us. I figured I'd hammer it to put some distance between us. Fried the tires, get a bit sideways (cause that's how we left stoplights/signs as HS idiots LOL) and hear load banging sounds of something smacking my car. My buddy says, those SOBs must be throwing rocks at us! We think nothing of it cause a) it wasn't uncommon to have **** thrown at you, and b) while the Impala was a stout runner, it looked like sh$t, so another ding was not big deal. I proceed on to my folks house to meet up with some more friends to play some guitar and continue partying in the yard. (Yes, we were young and dumb). Next day a wake up and walk to the car and see two holes, 1 a few feet behind the driver side door and another further back in the rear 1/4 panel. Realized real quick...those weren't stones impacting the old Impala! We didn't dawdle at intersections much after that either LOL.