Ok. So today I was driving home and reached a stop sign one house down from where I live. I stop there slightly ahead of a black truck at the stop sign on my left. From there, I move into the intersection and notice that the truck didn't actually stop at the stop sign. At that point, I had two options:
1. Hit the brakes and risk being hit on the driver's side.
2. Accelerate into my street knowing that the guy has enough time to stop after he sees me.
So I took option 2. But the guy doesn't stop. In fact, he accelerates. Yeah. He sped up. Apparently, he got so ticked off after I (with the right-of-way) pulled out in front of his faux "California Stop" that he tried to rush right through me. Was he drunk? I dunno. That's a legit concern on a Sunday around 4:00 PM in these parts. Football and all. But he was sure stupid. No accident, thankfully. I swerved at the last nano-second to avoid a two-car crunch. And keep in mind that the speed limit on my street is 15 miles per hour. There's no way this moron could have possibly been unable to avoid me pulling out from a stop sign.
Oh, but it doesn't stop there...
I pull into my driveway and notice that he's stopped his truck about 20 feet past my property. From there, he gets out of the truck and literally sprints up to my car (on my property) yelling, "You got a problem with me?!" over and over again. Like the smart guy I am, I stayed in the car with the doors locked and just tried to calm him down. Luckily, my brain overcame my instincts at this point. I wanted to get out of the car and beat this guy down in a proper fashion for trying to crash into me and then coming onto my property in an offensive posture, but there's no advantage to be gained from a poor offensive position. My insticts were all offense but my brain went all "Sun Tzu".
As an aside, I've been kidnapped and had bullets flying a foot over my head. I've dealt with random fights thoughout my life. But don't get out of the car in this situation ever. Don't care how tough you are. You just never know exactly how crazy the other guy is. He is an unknown quantity. And if the guy is right outside your door, you're in an awful offensive and defensive position.
So moving on...
Then the dude grabs the car door as if he's going to pull me out of the car. It's locked, but it's not like he's been smart so far. Like I said...crazy. So I reach for my cell to call 911, my wife comes out of the house, and the pudgy little mullet-haired mustachioed white-trash moron figures out he needs to leave, but not before he points a finger at me and exclaims, "You've been warned!" Yeah. Apparently, I'd been warned not to pull into an intersection while having the right of way in front of a possibly-drunk ill-mannered sub-human. That ranks up there with "Don't play with uranium" on my list of potentially-useful advice.
But here's the kicker...
Rather than driving around the block a couple times, the dolt actually pulls into his own driveway about a block down the street. That allows us to jump into our other car- camcorder and notebook in-hand- and identify his truck, licence number, and home address. Yeah, we call the cops. Seriously, had the guy just gone down a few blocks then driven around a while, we'd have gone inside. Wouldn't have the plate, truck type (other than "black"), or address.
Anyone else have something like this happen? If so, I'd love to hear your story, what you did about it, and the aftermath.