
Originally Posted by
itpdude
That's the angle I'm looking at here. Example, I despise bad drivers. Don't like being cut-off. Think it's inconsiderate to not use signals. Have gotten flipped off a few times. Tail-gated occasionally. I don't engage. Don't even make eye-contact. If someone wants to escalate without my participation and take to to the point where I have no choice, sure, I'll defend myself. But my general experience so far is if I don't engage with them, they buzz off.
Funny story, I was driving in Buckhead (in the city of Atlanta but north of downtown) and the roads change a bit. . . it'll be a straight ahead road and then turn into a left-only lane. I got in one of those that turned into a left only and changed lanes to the right lane so I could keep going straight ahead. Some jackalope got offended, feeling I cut him off which I may have. I don't think I did, but maybe I did. I'd checked my mirrors, looked over my right shoulder and it looked clear to me. Anyways, this guy in a Jeep Wrangler flipped his shit, tried to run me off the road, got around me illegally by driving in the opposing lane to get around and started hitting his brakes and driving super erratically.
And then we got to a stop light. I kept my distance behind him at the stop, probably about 20 feet behind him, and he jumped out and was spittin'-nails pissed. It was a white guy, shaved head, tatted up (tats on his face, etc) and was yelling, "you don't get in front of me motherfucker", etc. I was nervous, for sure. I retrieved my pistol from my glove-box and jammed it in my seat, safety off, bullet in chamber. I worried he'd be coming back with a weapon. It didn't look like he had one. I also readied my mace in my right hand and lowered my window (probably should have left it up, but oh well). He came charging back to me, jogging the 20 or so feet to my truck, hit my rear-view mirror, turning it 90 degrees, howling venom, making threats, etc.
But he didn't look like he had a weapon so I held my mace and right after he hit the mirror, I blasted him for a sustained period (maybe 5 seconds) with the mace. It first went straight into his open mouth and then I adjusted it higher, hoping to get his eyes. It worked and he hit the deck, flopping around on the ground screaming and choking. The light turned green and I went around his Jeep, adjusted my mirror and looked back. He was still flopping around on the ground trying to get on his knees.
As the adrenaline eased in my body, I laughed my fucking ass off and still get a laugh thinking about it. It's still in my minds-eye and it remains hilarious.
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