Five years or so ago, CTE invited us to a party in Berkeley where hippie chicks danced topless in a non-ironic, non-erotic fashion. While standing in the beer line, we got talking to a recent Stanford art-history grad from Texas with a Louise Brooks haircut and interesting glasses. (Sigh, they're always from Texas.) Long story short, she hacked through our BS, and CTE and her gay friends, wondering where we went, engaged in a bit of coitus interruptus through the foggy glass of our Acura Legend, thus providing a sex show none of the witnesses cared to see. Sure, we all laughed later, but in one unpronounceable part of Wales, the locals don't find such things so funny, and as such, have decided to take matters into their own hands when it comes to in-car hijinks.
Tired of men cruising for mansex and footballers looking to shag their soap-opera actress girlfriends in a semi-public place, a group of concerned citizens got together and in the midst of the peak hours of "dogging" action, they chopped down enough trees to block egress from the prime location and then called the po-po. Seems to us, if the doggers had the good sense to purchase an anti-collision rod for their vehicles, this simply wouldn'tve been any sort of insurmountable problem at all.
Angry locals halt intruders' sex in cars [icWales]
Scottish Cabbies: Safe Sex Isn't Crap! [Internal]