A mate of mine, off duty army in Northern Ireland, recounted this tale to me. Only wished I had seen it. A car pulled out of a side road in front of him, he was on a main road doing around 50 and had to break hard. As he was pissed off at this he put his full beam on and tailgated the car. Around a mile further down the road the driver had had enough and pulled in to the side. My mate pulled in behind him, still with full beam on.
Knuckle dragging gimp flings open the drivers door and starts effing and blinding about the lights in his eyes, he asks, 'how much fu#k!ng longer are you going to blind me with those lights?' 'untill you learn some manners' replied my mate, at which point a punch was aimed at him which hit the door piller. My mate saw red and got out of the car. Unknown to him, the other occupants of the car had got out and came up behind him. They clamped their arms round him so their mate could give him a kicking. I wish I could have seen their faces when the guy grappling with my mate felt his personal weapon in his shoulder holster. He said the blood drained from his face and he did the fastest retreat in history, with the likelyhood of brown stuff running down his leg. 27 years later I still PSL when I think of this