In high school, a handful of us would occasionally put on various halloween masks and drive the popular stretches in our town of about 35,000 on weekend nights. We—for reasons I’ve never fully understood—called it “cock driving”.

The most enjoyable part was coming up next to other cars at red lights. We would all look straight ahead, and one of use would do a three count. On three, we’d all slowly turn our heads in the same direction to see if we could freak out the people in the car next to us.

It’s a miracle that we didn’t get pulled over or shot.