I had a flat tire on I20, at night, about half a mile from the state police station in Bossier City, LA. The door was open and the interior light was on. You could see that I had a full rack of clothes over the back seat. A Lincoln occupied four times slammed on the breaks and stopped 20 yards in front of me. A man walked back to my car in an overcoat with his hands in his pockets. I left the holster in plain view on the driver's seat. He asked me, "Hey, man you got any water?" I had a .45 in hand behind the bad tire as I took it off. I looked up at him and said, "No, water is not what I have." He knew he was vulnerable and walked back to his car. I have no doubt that he would have shot me other than seeing that I had a bigger gun than he had. I would have killed him rather than be killed.