Some jackass threatened my wife, daughter and I one day for honking (nicely) at him for swerving into my lane while he was texting. He chased me for a while, then pulled ahead of me in a residential area and blocked me with his truck. When he jumped out of his truck, he grabbed a cut off baseball bat with a leather strap as a handle and walked towards me. I pulled the Baretta from under the seat and he stopped and quickly got out of there.
My wife wrote down his license plate and we found where he lived through a friend. One night, someone went to his apartment and cut all four valve stems with dykes (side cutters). A few months later, it mysteriously happened again. After that, he either moved or traded vehicles, because his truck was gone.