Pervo weirdness: In the sixth grade, a friend and I were walking to TG&Y. A guy pulled up in a Pinto (it was 1976) and smiled at us. I can still see his face, he had a Son of Sam look about him. I thought he was waving at us, so I waved back while wondering why he was waving so low. My friend, who had two older brothers, screamed, "He's j***ing off!" Which meant nothing to me, of course, being 11. She screamed, "Run! This MF is j***king off! He's a pervert!" The only thing I understood was "Run!" He followed us for about a block and a half, and we saw a man watering his lawn and ran toward him, screaming. The Pinto guy sped off, and the guy watering the lawn asked us if we were okay, and what had happened. Well, neither of us were going to tell a stranger that a pervert MF was j***ing off, we were embarrassed, so we said nothing had happened, and continued on to the store. This is maybe not the weirdest thing that happened to me, but it was the first to come to mind. I can still see his face, and for years I looked for that Pinto when I walked to the store.
You got the Perv-In-A-Pinto and I got the Perv-In-A-Nova when I was 11. I was riding my bike and he pulled over to the side of the road and asked where another street was. I told him, and then he asked me "do you want to see something pretty?"
I told him no and rode like hell back home. My parents were gardening out in front and I told them what had happened, and my dad called the police. They took down my account and went looking, but I never knew if they found him or not.