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 . . .