[Deadhead]

I had a guy in Northern VA who went into a rage on me. He was some kind of Middle Eastern guy. He sat at a green light for about 90 seconds. Finally, I went around him in my '66 Bonneville, figuring there was something wrong. At the next light he was behind me, waving and hollering. I had apparently threatened his masculinity. He threw a tomato sandwich onto my deck lid. I knew that was going to screw with the paint. My rear bumper had recently been dented when some uninsured bimbo rear-ended me at a red light my first day of work up there. Still peeved me, so without thinking, I threw the mother in reverse and floored it. At the last instant I chickened & jammed on the brakes... but it was too late. Bam! Right into that Tempo. It was rush-hour on Rt. 50 in Alexandria/Arlington. He was pursuing me at 70-75 as I weaved through dense traffic. Did not really phase me since I had a well heeled driving youth. At the next light he approached the car hollering some kind of Farsi Jibberish. When he put his hand on the window sill of the door and pulled it open, I nailed it with a rubber hose that had a 3/4" piece of steel stuck in it. Right about that time, light turned green & I stomped it. That massive door caught him in the torso on its way shut, & I left him in the intersection. I went a block or so to my apartment complex & a fine upstanding American in an old F-150 with a ball cap got out with a big grin and said, "Just followed you in to make sure you were all right. I saw the whole thing." We both laughed pretty hard. That was my one bout with road rage.

Now I keep .45 on the seat in a holster. Eliminates both rage and concern over the same.