A few years ago I had a simmilar thing happen to me.
My younger brother, my girlfriend, and I were on our way back to my mom's house from an afternoon at the public shooting range (!). We were in my brother's car, with all of the guns in the trunk. He was driving.
We were going around a sharp curve in the road when an oncoming car (traveling at around 60 mph) crossed over into our lane and ran us off the road. My brother (a more impulsive individual you will not find) bootlegged the car and took off after the offending motorist. I told him to stop the car and head for home, which he did.
In the brief moment it took to pull off the road and turn around, the car came screaming back in our direction. It passed us just as we were getting back on the road. This time I got a good look at the driver. He was a young, ratty looking fellow. We pulled back on the road and continued on our way home. When we got to the stop-sign to get onto the main highway (this is all in a rural area btw) he was stopped, in front of us. I wrote down the licences plate number (out of state), with intent to call the SD and report a reckless driver.
He pulled out onto the main highway (2 lane) headed in the same direction as us. We followed. He immediatly pulled off onto the shoulder and we passed him. AS soon as we passed, he screeched out behind us and started the old run up to the bumper back off run up Mad Max bit.
My brother decided to take evasive action. He quickly darted off the highway onto an off road. The guy was going too fast to follow immediatly, so he blew past us. We crept down the little off road and found a place to "hide" in case he came back. About 45 seconds later, he did. He drove past without noticing us. We waited a few minutes after he had passed and got back to the highway. WHEW! lost him. I called the SD and reported the guy.
5 or 6 miles down the road, we see him pulled off to the side of the road. We were going too fast to stop, so we blew on by. He squealed out behind us and the chase was on once again. This time I was worried. I was 20 (almost 21) at the time and did not have a CCW. I always carried a pistol in my glovebox in those days, but I was not in my truck, I was in my brother's car. The guns were all locked up in the trunk. This guy was obviously nuts.
We pulled the same song and dance once again, pulling off the highway and losing him, or so we thought. I called the SD again and told them the deal.
Back on the highway a few minutes later, our Situational Awareness at peak, I see the doofus's car about 200 yards behind us, closing quickly. We were nearing home by now and we had had about our fill of this Bas!@#$. I called my mother and let her know the situation. She said "Come on to the house, I will call the Sheriff." OK. By this time my brother was going about 90 mph and the guy was still gaining on us (150 yards by now). I told my girlfriend to head straight for the house when we got there. I told my brother to do the same. I planned to jump out of the car, run to my pickup and get the BHP out of the glovebox, and head for the house.
Our property was coming up on our left, about 1/4 mile distant. Then, a miracle happened. It started raining. It was one of those rare "the bottom dropped out" kind of storms (it had been cloudy all day). Doofus was still about 100 yds back, but I couldn't see him because of the heavy rain. We turned off and sped down our driveway, which looks like another off road. We all jumped out and did as planned. I grabbed my BHP out of the truck and headed for the house.
When I got inside, my brother was standing there loading his 870, my girlfriend was looking out the window, and my mom was standing near the doorway with the phone in her left hand (to her ear) and her .44 Special in her right. We were all waiting for the fool to come down our road.
About 30 minutes later (
:banghead: ) a Deputy Sheriff showed up. He took down our story and said buh-bye. We found out later that week that the moron had continued on down the highway going ~100 mph and crossed over into the next county. He was pulled over and ticketed. Nothing further was said or done to him.
In the post-game meeting, we decided that we did several things wrong. First was my brothers knee jerk reaction to the initial offense. Second, not having a loaded firearm within immediate reach. I tell you it is a bad feeling to have a trunk full of firepower just behind you and not being able to get to it should the need arise. We probably should not have gone home, but given that the driveway looks like a road, we had evaded twice before, and we had few other options left, this turned out to be ok.
The last thing we learned was that a cell phone is useful, but it will not protect you. The po-po can't either, if he/she is not right there when the offense occurs. Be Prepared.
Stay safe out there.
