The other evening I was driving home along a two lane road. Nothing special, just listening to the radio with the windows down.
Anyway, there is a small red sporty car with a targa style top that is off with a one person in it. I am driving behind him in a stock Dodge 2500 4X4 Ram pickup for a 1/3 mile or so. I had my headlights on since it was close to dusk and generally I flip 'em on all the time. So, after about 1/3 to 1/2 mile, he swerves over into a large driveway, but doesn't pull in. I pass him and he is looking at me, shaking his head side to side slowly with a disgusted look on his face. I pass him and the guy behind me does as well. I am thinking "WTF, did I cut him off or something." I can honestly say I don't what, if anything, I did to piss him off. A mile or so later, I come to a four way stop and take a right. 75 yds later I take a left into the road that leads into my subdivision. About 100yds or so up that road, I then hear a car reving behind me and he is 100yd or so behind me on the street I just turned off of and appears to be following me and trying to catch up to me. I keep driving normally to determine if he really is following me, but turn into another driveway instead of my own and stop. He stops 50-75yds short at the end of the street and begins to turn around. I back out and start to follow him, mostly to send the message, "Screw with me? I ain't afraid to screw back." Anyway, not much of a chase! Sports car vs Dodge diesel truck
He is way ahead of me, but pulled off and waited, did a 180 when he saw it was too late for me to turn and follow. This happened about 2 miles from where I started following him. I pointed at him and laughed. Drove around another 10 or so minutes to make sure he was gone and went home. I was never close enough to get a license plate number.
I like what my wife said. "You're like a dang dog chasing a car! What would have done if you caught it?" Well I was just letting him know I wasn't going to roll over with a please don't hurt me attitude. Who knows what kind of asshat he is? I didn't want to look helpless and invite him back if he felt in the mood to screw with someone at a later date. I was armed, but funny, knew I would NEVER get out of the truck, nor even stop. Too much risk of something getting out of hand. Looking back, I probably should have just started after him for a few hundred yards, turned around and gone home.
How would yall have handled it?