I was driving the speed limit and a guy decided that wasn’t fast enough. Ripped around me honking, flipped me off and I thought that was it.

Instead, he came back and crossed into my lane so I had to run off the road. Luckily, it was into a fairly flat section so all it did was bump the gas shutoff thing. But, the switch to cut that back in was in the rear, so I had to get out to activate it.

While I was doing that, the guy came back again, screeched to a stop and jumped out with a knife. He came at me. Unfortunately for him, we had been training vs knives at the dojo I trained with.

He got me on the arm a couple of times, but I disarmed him and the knife dropped. He started going after it, and despite me screaming at him to just fucking stop, he wouldn’t.

So, I kept him from being able to reach the knife. By the time I had ahold of him, my temper had snapped and I used more than minimum necessary force to make sure he couldn’t keep coming. Part of that was slamming him in the road face first, and some kicking.

When I left, he was breathing and in the recovery position, and that was that.

Dude was most likely on meth. He certainly had the usual visual effects of long term meth use, and was talking nonsense. Random strings of words, not just weird shit. Only coherency was stuff like “fuck you up”.

I’ve never had to go that hard with anyone that wasn’t drunk or drugged out. Anyone else does the usual exchange of blows, or (after I trained for a while) realized they weren’t going to get anything done, and backed off. But, that’s the only person that I know wasn’t going to be able to get up on their own. The other ones, while they got hurt, I could tell with a quick check that they would be able to walk away eventually. That guy was in bad shape.