I called my brother to give me a tow.(this was in the late 70s). We hooked a chain up to our vehicles and began moving. After a few blocks a car that was following rammed into the back of my truck. It took a short time to get my brother to stop but in that time the driver rammed my truck 3 or 4 times. I got out and he drove by me at speed and barely missed me before making a u-turn and tried to run me over.
I started running down the street we were on trying to find a place to hide from this idiot and ended up running through a semi=truck repair place yelling,
"Call the cops this guy is crazy" and thought I would hide between some cars parked in a lot and a large building. Nope, the lunatic chasing me pulled into the lot and began crashing into the cars I was using for refuge smashing them into the building.
About that time a citizen from across the street came out with a handgun and fired 3 rounds at the car putting three bullet holes in the windshield but missing the driver.
That's when the driver decided to leave the scene and on his way he wrapped his car around a light pole after hitting 8 more parked cars.
The police arrested the man that fired his pistol in my defense, discharging a firearm in city limits, and they took the demolition derby driver to jail and on to a mental health facility. Seems his medication wore off or kicked in and he was seeing things.
That was probably the most scared I've ever been hearing those cars being crunched into that building. I have the newspaper clipping somewhere in my personal history papers