Another one, I'd almost forgotten about. At the time, I was separated from the wife, (relative happy time in my life), and was on my way to my apt. from her place late at night. Driving down 225 near Cherry Creek Res. and minding my own biusiness, some AH runns right up on my bumper. Fine, I pull to the far right lane, and he whips around me, then slows down and gets back on my 6. Then speeds up and whips around agian. Fine, my exit came and I got off. He stops on the highway, backs up and follows me all the way to my apt. Chases me around the parking lot and out into the surrounding nieghborhood. I finally lost him and headed back to where I normally park. I just getting my goods out of my truck when he comes carrening up into the parking lot and stops right behind my truck.

As he's getting out of his muscle car, he's saying, "I'm gonna kick your as...." Thats about as far as he got. As he was pulling up, I was pulling my .45 out, and as he got out of his car, I chambered a round and just stood my ground at a low ready.

He just stood there, half in and out of his car, and staring at my pistol. I didn't even have it pointed at him, and he just asks, "What are you going to do with that?"

"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to let you kick my ass. What do you want with me?"

"I just want you to say you're sorry."

Fine, didn't mean anything to me, "I'm sorry."

As he's gitting back in his car, he stupidly say's, "Well I know where you live and I can get you anytime now."

"And I have your license plate number, with that I can get your Social Security number and with that I can make your life a living hell. Do you really want to &*%$ with me?" With that, he peeled out and I never saw him again.

I don't doubt for a second that I would have fired had he not stopped when he saw the gun. He was easily twice my size and solid and had been chasing me all over the place. To this day I have no idea what I was saying I was sorry for, I was just relieved that the threat did stop him and nobody got hurt.