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.
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