Hi Mr Nail ..... I guess working as a doorman,you've no doubt given a few of the above mentioned little b*st*rds a lesson or two ....but here's a heartwarming story.
About five years ago,I was about to park my 2CV outside the local Chippie [Fish & Chip shop] .....a gang of about 8 to 12 year olds were hanging around outside,and one them [obviously the ringleader] asked me "Why I was driving such a bag of sh*t".
My reply was unprintable,but at that point he backed away to a safe distance [over the road] .....and then made it obvious that as soon as I'd gone in the shop my car would be his target.
Now I'm pretty fit for my age,but theres no way I'm gonna catch a 12y.o.
However ....my car may look tidy from outside,but I'm the worlds worst at keeping the interior tidy,and as I'd recently changed the spark plugs I'd simply thrown the old two in the boot .... Have you ever considered how good a weapon a spark plug makes when thrown? .....my first throw was about 3ft from target .....I aimed for his head .....fortunately,I missed and hit him in the groin [another two inches to the left and I'd have turned him into an Eunuch].
He immediately went down and laid on the floor screaming [all his mates had run off by now] .....at which point I walked over to him and [after threatening him with a "a good kicking"] offered to help him up,and then give him a lift home in the "bag of sh*t" .....where-upon I promised him that I would give his father a good pasting too.
He declined my offer,although I could tell that I had really genuinely hurt him.
The story did'nt end there ....a few weeks later,I was recounting the story [in the local pub] to a friend,and from my description of the lad,my mate pointed out the kids father [it seems my pals brother had some aggro with the kid previously] ...... I then confronted the father [who was a complete "waste of oxygen"] ....I told "Dad" the story ....needless to say "Daddy" backed down from my offer of continuing our "discussion" in the pub car park and me fulfilling the promise I'd made to his little twunt of a son.

Fast forward about four years ......to only last summer,I saw that kid and his dad coming outa the local Chemists Shop ......the youth was obviously 8 miles high [on Methadone I suspect] .....seems he'd got himself hooked on heroin [or some other cr@p which they insist on injecting themselves with].
I was sitting in the "bag of sh*te" at the time ......I gave daddy a knowing smile .... .....

Poetic Justice I call it ....

best regards
T.

Just been casually reading my way through this great thread, interesting to hear other people having problems with 2cv related abuse from idiots. I had my first experience the other day since I bought the Acadiane. I was driving down Edge Lane in Liverpool at school home time, kept stopping at the lights, I had bottles thrown at me, kids bending the mirrors, rocking the car, banging on the windows, mad stuff, all sorts of insults.This was just weird how much they were riled by the car. Its not as if you can do a lot about while sat in traffic. Depressing really.

I have it mild by comparison;

"Hey, need a hand with that engine?"

"S'all right thanks, it's quite light"

"What's it off, BMW bike?"

"Citroen 2CV"

"F****ing weirdo" <Drives off>