Hope I'm posting this in the right place... This happened over 30 years ago to my Dad, brother and I:
At the time, my father was still a Pennsauken Police Officer (Pennsauken is located near Camden, NJ). He and my Mom were divorced and he picked us up for his weekend visit. I think I was 12 and my brother was 10.
Anyway, my Dad, a hot tempered Italian that doesn't take crap off anyone, was driving to a gas station when another car cut him off. A bout of road rage ensued between he and the other driver.
We pulled into the gas station and the other driver followed us, pulled up along side our car and got out with a baseball bat and approached.
My Dad reached under his seat and pulled out a 1911 pistol, stepped out of his car and leveled it at the guy. Then, like out of a Dirty Harry movie my Dad yells, "Swing at a few of these #@$@%!"
The guy with the bat turned white as a ghost. I know if he had taken one more step closer, my dad would have shot him...
The guy drops the bat and takes off. My Dad gets calmly back into the car and looks at my brother and I and non-chantly says, "Did you see that nut? He was gonna' try to hit me with a bat. Geezzz."
Soon, the gas station is filled with police cars; lights and sirens blazing, but they're all cops my Dad works with and they soon go after the bat guy.
It's a great, true story, but it also shows that the road rage event quickly became a dangerous event, with the BG not caring that there were two kids in the car...