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Many moons ago, I was the almost victim of a carjacking — before that word was invented. When I went to the main post office in this bad section of town to mail my father's business bills, I always carried my M1911A1. On the way home I went through a rather seedy section with about three blocks that were infested with bars, lowlifes, and hooker. It was a hot July or August night and I drove through with windows up and doors locked. i caught a stoplight on the street I needed to turn onto to get home.

I stopped for the light. The next thing I knew there was a black guy in his 20’s or early 30’s trying to open the locked driver's door. Mt right hand pulled the .45 from behind my back, thumbed the hammer back, and I presented it to the hood's face. His eyes became like saucers and his mouth flopped open. He then did the fastest 180 degree turn on record, bounded across both lanes of traffic in what seemed three steps, and disappeared into a bar. The light turned green, I urned left, went over the bridge, and headed home.

Thinking back on it, the poor sod must’ve had to change his shorts — after he stopped shaking. I was glad I didn't uncork that .45 inside the car because besides the broken driver's door window, I'd probably have ruptured my eardrums from the muzzle blast from the pistol.

"I stopped for the light."

That was back when the laws counted.

These days with Bammy organizing us, the laws are irrelevant. In some parts of town, stopping for the light has not been the proper behavior for decades.

Something much like that happened to me when I was 17. Fortunately, I was alert enough to run the red light and escape.

The first time I was unarmed, but since my graveyard shift job required me to drive through that bad neighborhood five nights a week, I armed my self with my dad’s old .38 Police Positive before my next shift.

The next time I was prepared, and when my car was approached at a red light by a black man who, to my eyes, anyway, had ulterior motives, I pointed the pistol at him. He straight away turned around and ran.

I have carried ever since, and, in the intervening 55 years, have had to show my weapon 6 times to protect myself and my family. Never pulled the trigger, but came close twice.

You will NEVER convince me that being unarmed is a good thing!

I shot a mere .38 S&W inside a car once. Yes, it is surely loud, and it is also annoying for the safety glass to spray all over everyone inside the car.

Only recommended if absolutely necessary.