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I had to get out of my car at a red light and kick some azz this afternoon. Had a road rage idiot tailgating me to the max, I mean to the extreme. He was about ten feet from my rear bumper at 50 mph. Strike number One. I gave him a little brake tap just to let him know that tailgating shiit is not going to fly with me.
Of course I got the middle finger back. Strike number Two.
We come to a red light. This guy gets out of his car and starts storming towards me. Strike number Three.
Fight or Flight time. I'm not much for running away from a good fight. Left my Glock in the car and I met him at my rear bumper. "What, you want to fight me? Do you want a piece of me?", I said.
Now, I'm no Spring Chicken, going to be 58 next month. But the look on this guys face was that he knew he just made a fatal mistake. I'm 6'4" and a lean 265lbs. I've got a goatee that drops 6" from my chin. I'm usually a mellow guy but right then I had fire in my eyes. I must of looked pretty scary to this punk because his face turned white. He looked about 30 years old, half my age. Must have scared this 6' nothing, 200lb guy, right down to his ghetto sneakers.
I delivered a right kick to his groin. While he was bent over, I delivered a right uppercut that missed the target (his nose) and struck his left eye, busting his Ray-Ban sunglasses into pieces. As he's staggering backwards I went in for the kill. Wicked Left Right combo that sent him over backwards to the ground and crawling to his girlfriends side of his car.
Now his girlfriend starts in on me. "You leave him alone, you're a bully", she said.
I responded, "Shut your mouth Kunt. He got out of his car and started this. Let him take his azz kicking like a man. Now pick up that piece of shiit and hit the road".
I'll bet he won't be picking fights again anytime soon.
Moral of the story... "Don't take old guys for granted. Know what you are getting into before it goes too far. And for Gods sake, stop your girlfriend from begging for your mercy".