Yes, you've read right. I've been shot at. Three times. With paintballs, luckily, but still, on the highway, doing a hundred kilometers per hour. I was in a totally unsuspecting mood when I suddenly heard a sound somewhat like kadaplonk coming from the roof, and wondered what the hell was going on. My mind raced through a whole set of different questions ranging between what kind of insect could be this huge? and is the car breaking up already?. The next best thing I can consciously remember was this blue-metallic Ford Escort '86, which was changing over to the exit lane waaay too late, forcing the driver behind him to step on the breaks. But then again, this doesn't need to have anything to do with the shooters. Maybe it was just hit as well and wanted to exit the highway quickly.

I've made photos of the impacts. I'm sure that you can easily spot the difference between paintballs and other possible objects in that color, like, cherrys, or something...