While I’ve had plenty of shitty interactions with motorist road rage, some of them real doozies, I’ve only had one that I would have pulled a concealed weapon on if I had a permit and carried it on me. It was on the 62nd St Bridge. My finger would have been on the trigger, not the slide if you know what I mean. It was nuts and luckily it ended up for the best. But between the raging moron behind the wheel and then out of the car threatening me, his buddy in the passenger seat, and his giant dog in the backseat, it could have gotten crazy.