ixtow
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I don't believe I ever shared my self-defense story. If this is a repeat, remove it.
This was probably 6 or 7 years ago. My son was still in a car seat, just barely.
I was sitting in line at a Mcdonald's Drive thru. I was driving an older import car. The front left brake caliper had developed a small leak. I had just come from the auto parts place and had the new caliper, was hungry, son in tow, on the way back home to swap it out.
When sitting in a line like that, you don't hold the pedal to the floor, do you? Just enough to keep the car from rolling. Well, bad caliper. It rolled ever so slightly and nudged the car in front of me. Couldn't have been more than 0.10mph. At first, I wasn't even sure it had happened; save for the outburst of swearing and screaming from the female driver.
Her car was even more of a jalopy than mine. Had I rammed into the back of her vehicle at 30+ mph, I'm still not sure you would have been able to tell. But I'm not trying to make an excuse. I had a bad brake caliper, I knew that. But is this really a big deal?
Oh great, guess what!? Obese boyfriend is now somehow obligated to exit the vehicle. He rapidly approaches the passenger side of my car. Screaming about how I deserve to die, etc. Keep in mind, my son is in his car seat on that side of the vehicle. Quickly noticing that no one is in the front passenger seat, he proceeds to the rear, where my son is strapped into his car seat. He begins punching the window.
I draw my P89 from it's case under the seat. I 'brandish' it (I set on the front passenger seat while in my hand, min very plain view), but do not point it at him. I just want him to know it's there. A window of broken glass falling on my son, followed by whatever he might do next... I'm quite justified.
He backs away from the car and begins explaining how I'm not a man, a real man would get out of the car and face him 'like a man.' Really? Is that what a real man would do? I politely explain to him (yes, actually very politely, I'm not being sarcastic), that a real man doesn't have to shout and get violent and threaten harm to a toddler becasue of some very minor vehicular incident that did not even cause any damage. I told him to put his dick back in his pants and get back in his car, because his 'manly behavior' might just get him killed. My window was rolled down because I had just ordered, and I could easily have popped out and come over the top with a few rounds.
For those not aware, the P89 holds 16 rounds in double-stack mags, and I had 4 of them. +1 in the chamber. NOBODY messes with my Little Man.
Anyway, he saw logic. I didn't have to shoot him.
I still find it amazing how so many try to use 'be a man' as an argument for being the opposite of one... A man uses tools to end a bad situation, not escalate it onto a brawl trying to prove something which such actions would prove the opposite of... Yet this is what those very same people accuse gun owners of being. It makes no sense at all.
Anyway, we both got our nasty McDonald's 'food,' and were on our way. The bitch didn't follow me after leaving or any such crap.
I didn't experience the rush of adrenaline or 'it happened so fast' feeling many people describe. It was like a moment of slow-motion clarity. In retrospect, it was as if I were under the influence of pure logic. I did what made sense and that was it. I had never run through this kind of scenario in my head before. I even made the choice that I wouldn't try to shoot through the glass without even seeming to make the choice. It all just made sense.
Anyway, that's my story. Enjoy.
I don't believe I ever shared my self-defense story. If this is a repeat, remove it.
This was probably 6 or 7 years ago. My son was still in a car seat, just barely.
I was sitting in line at a Mcdonald's Drive thru. I was driving an older import car. The front left brake caliper had developed a small leak. I had just come from the auto parts place and had the new caliper, was hungry, son in tow, on the way back home to swap it out.
When sitting in a line like that, you don't hold the pedal to the floor, do you? Just enough to keep the car from rolling. Well, bad caliper. It rolled ever so slightly and nudged the car in front of me. Couldn't have been more than 0.10mph. At first, I wasn't even sure it had happened; save for the outburst of swearing and screaming from the female driver.
Her car was even more of a jalopy than mine. Had I rammed into the back of her vehicle at 30+ mph, I'm still not sure you would have been able to tell. But I'm not trying to make an excuse. I had a bad brake caliper, I knew that. But is this really a big deal?
Oh great, guess what!? Obese boyfriend is now somehow obligated to exit the vehicle. He rapidly approaches the passenger side of my car. Screaming about how I deserve to die, etc. Keep in mind, my son is in his car seat on that side of the vehicle. Quickly noticing that no one is in the front passenger seat, he proceeds to the rear, where my son is strapped into his car seat. He begins punching the window.
I draw my P89 from it's case under the seat. I 'brandish' it (I set on the front passenger seat while in my hand, min very plain view), but do not point it at him. I just want him to know it's there. A window of broken glass falling on my son, followed by whatever he might do next... I'm quite justified.
He backs away from the car and begins explaining how I'm not a man, a real man would get out of the car and face him 'like a man.' Really? Is that what a real man would do? I politely explain to him (yes, actually very politely, I'm not being sarcastic), that a real man doesn't have to shout and get violent and threaten harm to a toddler becasue of some very minor vehicular incident that did not even cause any damage. I told him to put his dick back in his pants and get back in his car, because his 'manly behavior' might just get him killed. My window was rolled down because I had just ordered, and I could easily have popped out and come over the top with a few rounds.
For those not aware, the P89 holds 16 rounds in double-stack mags, and I had 4 of them. +1 in the chamber. NOBODY messes with my Little Man.
Anyway, he saw logic. I didn't have to shoot him.
I still find it amazing how so many try to use 'be a man' as an argument for being the opposite of one... A man uses tools to end a bad situation, not escalate it onto a brawl trying to prove something which such actions would prove the opposite of... Yet this is what those very same people accuse gun owners of being. It makes no sense at all.
Anyway, we both got our nasty McDonald's 'food,' and were on our way. The bitch didn't follow me after leaving or any such crap.
I didn't experience the rush of adrenaline or 'it happened so fast' feeling many people describe. It was like a moment of slow-motion clarity. In retrospect, it was as if I were under the influence of pure logic. I did what made sense and that was it. I had never run through this kind of scenario in my head before. I even made the choice that I wouldn't try to shoot through the glass without even seeming to make the choice. It all just made sense.
Anyway, that's my story. Enjoy.
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