Wow! Really want to know?
In the middle 70's DW and I were dating, probably 17 years old. We lived in the middle of PA and a buddy told me about a picnic up in the boonies. He knew a guy who just bought a 56 Chevy. Guy was kinda nutty, I only knew him by last name.
Future DW and I are in the boonies, parked off in nowhereland(I knew the landowner)and the drunken crew from Deliverance shows up. Proceed to beat the crap out of my Buick, it had been in a minor front end collision otherwise they would have killed the engine.
I noticed a 56 Chevy in front of us, and screamed out the guys name! Well that did get attention, not the best. They tried to break into my car, screaming they would kill me, and rape future DW. This scene proceeded to escalate for some time.
Suddenly the 56, leaving other 3 cars behind, takes off. I guess to get tools or weapons. When that happened there was a guy standing on my hood with a great big rock, ready to smash the windshield! DW screamed and I floored it! I still remember the look on that clowns face as he flew off my hood!
The front end almost ran over the guy, as I floored it! They had broken out my headlights and driving in BFE with no lights was difficult.
The other cars chased us, additionally we still had to pass the 56. I did that on a road under construction. Dog gone road ended and I almost rolled our vehicle. That stupid old Buick probably saved our lives.
We got ahead of the 56, and somehow ended up in a driveway of the only farmhouse in ten miles. An older woman invited us in, allowed us to call the State Police. She mentioned her son was a State Trooper and they were unlikely to come up there.
We filed police reports and took the one guy to court. He was the only adult at the time. It paid for the immediate damages, nothing for little bit of stress.
I carried a double barrel shotgun in that Buick till it was sold.
ETA: Not to whine, that experience changed us. For example: The last time I drove through St. Louis I took a wrong turn and it looked like we would be blocked in somewhere I didn't like. My truck has 4WD and we didn't stop. I hope nobody foolishly ever tries to attack my vehicle ever again.
ETA2: Good thread, made me remember another older experience of how experience can alter behavior. In 1996 I'm in South Africa with a coworker, I finally am driving after a week. Of course in SA driving is the wrong way around for Americans. Stick shift in a Toyota Corolla here we go. Suddenly we're kinda lost and the guy I'm with gets spooky. As I drive down a dirt path, there's little kids running towards us! They act all happy to see us running through the dirt.
The guy starts to act afraid and I freak! We're going to be trapped! Warning Will Robinson! This isn't going to happen. Jam the brakes, transmission(with my other hand) and we're off 180° the other way with dust behind us.
Guy looks at me as if I'm nuts! Hey buddy what's the problem? He was afraid he didn't have any snacks or stuff to give the little kids.