I had the glorious experience of a) riding through Bradford late at night shortly followed by b) having an EGG thrown at me. The utter feckwit that threw it must have only been a few feet away so it hit my tankbag with as much force as an egg can muster and thus exploded all over it and my leathers. Even reached the mirror on the other side. I was not amused to say the least. It was a bit of a shock but I'd only just pulled out of a junction so going slow enough for them not to miss, grrrrr
Don't like Bradford any more. Not that I did much in the first place!
Anyone else ever been egged? Or had worse thrown at them?