What are you going to do about it?

While walking to the Jazz game about 2 months ago, this crazy guy in his 50's was driving a crappy 80's Econoline van and about hit Alan and I while we walking through the Crown Burger parking lot. I was annoyed but kept walking, however, Alan was more annoyed and threw a hard elbow into the guy's side mirror as he walked by. I laughed and we kept walking, but behind us we heard the guy dropping f bombs and asking Alan why the 'f' he did what he did. I turned to see Alan walking toward him and was wondering, "Am I going to have to pick up the pieces of this guy after Alan dismantles him?" As Alan got closer to him, I saw the guy reaching for his door to close it when he realized who was walking towards him. I mean, if you saw so a guy with a 260 lb. guy with a mohawk who looks like he's from Saudi Arabia walking up to you, wouldn't you do the same? Alan put his hand up on the door preventing him from closing it and I could see the guy literally crapping his pants (he already smelled like it) as Alan kept asking him, "So what are you going to do about it? Do something! Come on!" The crazy thing about it was the guy claimed he had the right of way. During the whole conversation I kept wondering what I was going to do if the guy pulled a gun but when I realized how old he was (he had like a 10" gray beard and smelled like he was living out of his van) I figured there wasn't much to worry about. Eventually the guy managed to end the conversation before Alan killed him and as he shut his door, Alan threw a harder elbow into his driver's side mirror, and I believe he broke it.

This time, the guy didn't have anything to say as we walked away. It was freaking hilarious and I asked Alan what he would have done if the guy had pulled a gun. He said, "I would have pulled him out of his van and beat him up and then jumped in his van and driven it out into oncoming traffic."