I wonder why they got so upset about somebody using their driveway to turn around in?
maybe they ran over the Mary Jane plants growing alongside...
Do not bring a screwdriver to a gun fight.
My sister and I were in my little Chevy Vega, early ‘80s and we ended up in the bowels of Santa Ana, California. It was about 5 pm on a Saturday evening. We realized we were lost but didn’t want to appear so because we saw some real unsavory characters hanging around many of the front yards of the houses. We were headed to a BBQ/bday party at a friend’s house. We stopped a stop sign and were talking about which way to go when about 10 guys jumped in front of the car and on the hood, waving their hands, throwing gang signs. We were terrified. They were yelling and screaming and banging on the car and I just punched it! I didn’t know where I was going but I prayed it wasn’t going to be a dead-end street.
Somehow we made our way out of that barrio safe and sound. The car was okay too.
Very frightening. As far as I can tell, I didn’t run over anyone, but at that point, I had tunnel vision and was only trying to get away.