About four years ago I was riding in the car with my dad in a pretty safe city (Addison, TX), we were about three blocks from home when a car behind us cut into oncoming traffic passed us going about 60 in a 40 and almost hit us as it swerved into our lane. My dad honked his horn and both cars turned left. At the next red light that car moved over to the right lane, we were in the middle lane. Well the right lane was for right turn only so it wasn't occupied, we were about 10 cars behind the intersection in the middle lane. That car had two Hispanic gangster looking guys in it and stopped right next to us. They were blocking a bunch of cars behind them and the driver stared at me with probably one of the most evil stares I have ever seen. My dad looks over and asks me to open the glove box and quietly hand him the .38 special he's got in there. A few seconds later the driver and the passenger of that car both exit and walks toward my side of the car, the passenger had an iron bar in his hand or something like that. My dad told me to lean back and he proceeded to point his revolver at the two idiots. They ran back to the car pretty fast and drove off.