I already told the story when I got robbed with a gun on my head, in the evening in a villa (my mistake, overconfidence). After investigating, I found the guy's name (quique/kike?) and since I'm leaving Buenos Aires next year, this guy will have a little surprise (I'll hire a few guys to tattoo something on his forehead = either "chorro", either a male organ + "me gusta").
But here's another story:
I had a Jeep Wrangler (4 cylinders unfortunately) and I was driving back from Autopista del Oesta to Pilar (Panamericana Norte) around 2 am.
I was leaving Autopista del Oeste to access General Paz. On the bridge above General Paz (still on the highway), a black Golf GTI (old model but in perfect condition) with no lights started following me about 1 meter behind me, while we were driving around 60 kph.
I, of course, got on alert and the driver staid there, very close from my vehicle.
I activated my warning lights to tell the driver to back off... with no result after a few seconds.
In those situations, I prefer to striker first & strike as hard as I can in the right spot. So I push the brakes to try to destroy the Golf Gti's front (once the radiator is out, end of the story). Problem is the driver managed to push the brakes in time too (was close).
Then things went a bit complicated since we reached General Paz, the other car arrived on my side, and there was only one guy... with a "tumbera" pointed at me (a tumbera is a DIY shotgun... And you usually need both your hands to use one, good thing I knew that).
Thing is that while I can cry watching a romantic movie, I rarely get afraid and always keep calm in those situations (I become very rational).
I should have gotten afraid (that's what the guy thought), but instead I counter-attacked since my Jeep was equipped with two big steel tubes at the front & rear. So, when the guy reached my height, I would brake, drive behind him & try to hit his car on the rear/left (to make him spin = the Jeep is not very fast but has an excellent torque).
It went on like this for a few minutes, the guy was not expecting that but I had understood he cared about his car (perfectly clean too) more than about his life. He couldn't really use his tumbera too (I've always wondered if the lead balls/shot could have broken the Jeep windows, they are about 7 mm thick... With a shot from a distance of 4 meters).
Anyway, the situation had to stop so I took my phone, switched it on, and placed it on my ear (was an iPhone, so a light could be seen) without dialing any number. The guy once again came at my height, as I was on the phone, thought I was calling the cops... and ran away (with his tail between his legs).
I went home and slept well, he he.
Here's the pic of the Jeep that saved me, lol