Justin explaining the events of the previous night

On our way out of Solvang, at about 9 at night, we had a shower of rocks come flying at the car while we were driving down Main Street. J quickly pulled over and jumped out of the car, sprinting back towards the obvious group of kids that'd done it. Fearing the notorious "Valet" temper brandished on occasion by Brooklynites, I ran after him just to make sure no limbs were unduly separated from their host bodies. When all was said and done, there may have been a little shirt grabbing, but no one was harmed, and I know of one group of kids that won't be chucking any rocks at cars anytime soon.