We used to pick the local rednecks' grapefruit fields to hit the highway and pop unsuspecting vehicles with oversized grapefruits with precision hits to the windshields. One night, my buddies and I got extra brave. We stayed in the field and waited to pop passing vehicles instead. Unlimited ammo, unlocked. First vehicle, direct hit 6 ruby reds rained hail on a lowrider. Fist pumps, giggles and high fives were drowned by gun fire. We were hunted in the field for about an hr by a couple of cholos. Their love of their lowrider and sheer disrespect shown towards them fueled their bloodthirst. All our guns were in the truck which was at my buddy's house nearby. Saw a couple of my dudes on their knees praying. Had to shake some sense into them to keep moving. That ended the great grapefruit chucking of 96.
I have a very similar story involving throwing lemons at cars from a grove, as well as shooting cars with paintball guns.
Having said that, no need to retell those stories, since they basically ended up like yours, except with the paintball guns and getting brought home by the police.
I will tell this though, since it is kind of on the same topic. I was in Guadalajara with my family for a "special" trip since my uncle was being ordained a priest. We were staying in downtown in a hotel and my mother and grandparents went out for a late night meal. No idea why we were left at the hotel, but my sister and I were left alone in the room. I don't remember what floor we were on, but we were up there. We were bored and kids will be kids, and I was looking for something to do. The windows opened completely up, unlike in first world countries, so I decided to throw things at traffic. I started by wetting toilet paper and chucking it down, quite fun, but ultimately got boring. I graduated to full toilet paper rolls completely soaked in the sink. First direct hit changed that completely. I hit a cab smack dab on the roof and it made the loudest noise (had to be 3 or more pounds since it was saturated) and the cab screeched to a halt. At that moment I realized maybe that wasn't the best idea in a third world country. We quickly turned off lights, closed all windows, drew the curtains, and jumped into bed laughing nervously. When my mother and grandparents returned adrenaline was still pumping, but we pretended to be asleep. We were the best kids in the world the rest of the trip. Fortunately we were never caught, but that would have been some shit.