So, WHY did I get out of my car?!

I exited my car with arms outstretched in a beseeching manner...but also, in this instance, an 'I'm OVER this!' manner ...a line any real man would finally reach after being chased, threatened, run off the road and consistently shown the distinctive finger/thumb combo 'I'LL SHOOT YOU' hand gesture, would eventually cross.

MY line was 14+ miles . It HAD TO STOP!".

I did NOT advance toward him. Did not 'swing' the tool in my hand. Didn't strike the vehicle more than the one time that deflected his coming shot. Did not even get to mouth the words I'd had in my mind. In one swift motion, I was in his crosshairs. And 'NO'...a piece of glass is not a 'barrier' when it comes to powerful firearms aimed at your body mass.

"I never intended to USE the 'Shrike' in any manner. But was forced to in order to save my own life.

My thought and fear? He's about to shoot and kill me."

The LAST thing my darkest nightmares could have conjured up was a firefight with an unknown assailant with an unknown weapon at a crowded, (Friday evening) intersection. With several dozen commuters jammed together under an otherwise uneventful red light...I didn't want to BE shot. Didn't want to kill another person. And cerainly didn't want any innocent people caught up in a crossfire.