The day before yesterday I was driving my 3 year old daughter to preschool before I went to work. A guy in a Camaro pulled up behind me at at least 100mph (I was in the right lane, mind you) and proceeded to slam on his brakes just in time to miss rear ending me. He then continued to drive with his bumper less than a foot or two behind me for several minutes. I tapped my brakes, not enough to actually slow down because he would have rear ended me, but just enough to illuminate my brake lights in an attempt to get him to back off a bit. He swerved around for a bit and then sped up and passed me, changed lanes in front of me and SLAMMED on his brakes. I nearly hit him. I changed lanes and he pulled in front of me and did it again. This went on 4 or 5 times and then, fearing for the safety of my daughter, I went to take the next exit. I couldn't pass him because, well, I drive a Kia Forte (insert man-card revoking jokes here). He swerved in front of me onto the exit ramp and came to a complete stop. I sat there waiting for a moment and then he emerged from his car and started walking towards me quickly.
I jumped out of my car, half expecting him to change his mind when he saw a 300lb man emerge from the tiny Kia but he was undeterred. He had his right hand raised up to his shoulder in a fist as he neared me and just as he started to get close he changed his posture to throw it and I stepped to my left and threw a right round kick to his thigh which completely swept his feet out from under him. He hit his head on the fender of my car on his way down and was out for a few seconds.
When he came to I asked if he was okay and he was somewhat incoherent. Working in neurophys, I immediately noticed that his pupils were dilated and that he was pretty well concussed. There was a gash above his left eye that was bleeding badly and in dire need of some stitches. It also seemed like he was on some sort of stimulant (probably meth as we live out in the country). I helped him up and walked him back to his car and told him that he needed to be more careful driving and selecting who he picked fights with and he just nodded and said, "yea". I yelled at him about my daughter being in the car and how he put her in danger and he just stared at his steering wheel with a blank gaze.
It's been a long time since I have gotten into an actual fight but I have had my share having grown up in a bad neighborhood. This; however, has to be the strangest fucking fight I have ever been in.
When I got back in the car my daughter said that he was being a bad boy and that she was going to give him a spanking lmfao.
What a fucking adrenaline rush though. My heart was pounding and my throat felt tight for hours afterward. Having your child in the mix changes things more than I could ever even explain.
Sorry for the long post, I just had a crazy experience and wanted to share it with some people who would understand it better than most.