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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Chimera" data-source="post: 2491561" data-attributes="member: 2002">Luckily, I've never had any of those bad experiences.The worst was back in 1992.  I had gone for a Great Circle Trip out west.  Five thousand miles through 13 states in 13 days, visiting friends in Denver, Yosemite and Oregon.  Gamer friends.  Basically living out of my little Mazda pickup truck, passing through the Black Hills (SD), down to Denver, down to Mesa Verde (NM), up through Nevada and into CA, through the Bay area, up to Grant's Pass (OR) and then back home.On the way home, I was planning to drive straight through during the night, but this incredible wind storm kicked up and I had to take shelter in a wayside rest in Idaho.  Every car and truck in the place was heading into the ditches, pointing themselves into the wind, so I did the same.  Woke up at 6am, got cleaned up a bit and then headed out.About an hour later, I stopped at another wayside rest, this one seemingly deserted except for one car at the far end, where an elderly couple were walking their dogs.  Parked right in front of the building, got out and started to walk up.Two young men sitting on a picnic table between me and the building.  One of them backhand taps the other on the chest, points and me and says "Let's get him.".  The two jump up and start walking toward me, one of them glaring at me, the other looking around for possible witnesses.Fortunately for me, I had borrowed a .38 derringer from a friend before the trip and due to the storm and such, just happened to have it in my pocket.  I stopped, pulled it out and held it across my chest, pointed to the side.  Just wanted to let them see it.  No desire or intention of using it.The guy glaring at me stopped dead in his tracks and grabbed the other guy by the arm.  When his buddy looked at him, he nodded down toward the gun.  They seemed to freeze in place for a couple of seconds, then suddenly bolted across the field toward the nearby woods.I very carefully walked into the building to use the facilities, then very slowly and carefully walked out, making sure they weren't ready to jump me.  As I got back to my car, about half a dozen other vehicles pulled into the rest stop all at once.  I figured that would be enough people to deter the would-be muggers, so I moved on.Heck, I lived in a bad neighborhood for 11 years, brushed off drunks, drug dealers and would-be muggers on several occasions after this without ever getting into a fight.  But this one still resonates (intuition) as the time when I came closest to being in serious trouble.</blockquote>

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