If that monster had stepped out of the Porsche Panamera without a gun, I still would have had the mother of all adrenalin rushes. Of course, I would have never left my car in the first place. As soon as Porsche guy blocked me in, I would have backed my car up and gotten out of there. Failing that, I would have driven past the Poker, scraping the door – even though it would have escalated his rage. I’m no James Bond, but my driving skills are a lot better than my fighting skills – with or without a firearm. (True story). Anyway, approaching a driver outside my vehicle to bitch at him for not letting me past? Not even an option. But let’s say you found yourself in this situation. What then? Well . . .
The non-Porsche driver had the exact right idea: put the car between yourself and Gigantor. Only our “hero” only had that idea after the initial physical contact was made. (I was sure the big guy was going to fire moments thereafter.) During the ensuing chaos, the big guy bashes the windshield and racks his slide. Is there a condition above condition red? Puce?
And yet the guy being chased is moving like molasses. When you’re looking to put a car/tree/mailbox/whatever between yourself and the bad guy, don’t mess around. Move! As soon as you can, run! That’s even if you’re tooled-up. Again, master the art of shooting at a pursuer while running away. Although . . . that was a pretty damn crowded crime scene.
When Gigantor fired the gun (2:13) I was sure that was it. But what’s this? There was someone else in the good guy’s car! Well thanks a lot for the help. I guess it didn’t occur to her to beep the horn, run over the guy with the gun or something. I don’t know about you, but I once found myself in a suddenly dangerous situation where a best bud did sweet FA to help me out.
Another post. For now, remember that parting isn’t always such sweet sorrow. Sometimes, often, it’s the difference between life and death.