Stupid things like this should only happen at the beach

If I hadn't been at the meeting, lemme tell ya, I would have whipped out my cell phone and snapped a piccy of this absurd event. Most people ride in the backs of pick-up trucks, right? That's common knowledge. People do it every where, but more commonly at the beach. You're soaked. Grandaddy doesn't want your wet butt on the upholstery. Compromise: you and the thirty other people at the beach with you climb into the truck bed. It happens all the time. Well, this was a similar situation, only it was stupider. We're mid-paragraph in the book and this car comes cruising down the street. That's pretty common. It's a one way street and it's residential in the heart of our little village here, so most people don't fly down Jackson St. This car was different. It was a Ford Taurus, with two girls on the back bumper. They had their knees bent on the bumper and were gripping the trunk hood with their bent elbows. It seemed so obvious that one or the other wasn't going to make it to their destination. One was going to slip right off, if not both. At Dimwitt and Eliza's house, where we have the bookstudy, there are multitudes of windows across the front of the house so this was very distracting. Oh and it was SO stupid. Most of the time, people have idiotic ideas like this at the beach, but I keep forgetting, this is the other O.C. Slightly country where people have to amuse themselves. Just to let you guys know, I'm leaving Saturday for said beach and will be gone for a week. NO HARASSING FOR UPDATES!