This kinda reminds me of the NBC Office season 4 premier. So last night a friend and I were driving after 11:00. We were bored and hungry. My GPS claimed that there was a KFC in the bordering town in massachusetts, which was like 6 miles away. We assumed it probably wasn't open but really we just went because we didn't believe it was there since the town is like redneck and only has like 1 business. We followed the GPS' directions to the "KFC" which ended up being this like farm. My friend was driving my car because he wanted to try it out. He wanted to turn around but I pointed out the map on the GPS said that the road connected turned left and connected with another road so that way he wouldn't have to turn around. So we kept driving but the road basically just turned into someone's driveway, so he started to back up but was afraid, so we switched so I was driving. I backed up the road, backed into someone's driveway so I could pull forward. We drove for like 2-3 minutes, we even stopped to look at this weird scare crow. Then out of nowhere these two cars are behind us, tailgating. I deal with it for a while and then one passes me. The car in back is still tailgating. Then all of a sudden the car that passed me slams on his brakes while in the other lane and turns, as if to cut me off. But he didn't come into my lane. I assumed they were just *******s, so I pulled over thinking they would pass... no, they didn't. One car pulled along side mine and a late teenage boy is like "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY DRIVEWAY!!!", I see a man in his forties scream basically the same thing, running at my car with his fist drawn. My friend and I were confused as hell so I floored it cause it was scaryyy. We proceeded to drive fast as the cars were STILL chasing us. They had a Nissan Altima and some old Nissan sports car. Obviously, I was not going to escape them in my 5600lb Rover that goes 0-60 in 11.2 seconds. I contemplated calling the police but there was no service and I didn't really want to have my parents find out. Eventually i stopped because I just wanted it to end I guess. I stupidly rolled down the window all the way (damn auto windows) and the guy grabbed me by the neck and basically started to choke me. He told me that I was a punk, I wasn't going to get anything from his son, that I don't know who I am messing with, not come around anymore, all that stuff... if I was "with" (affiliated) "Travis". Then some dodge pickup truck roars by driving on like the grass on the side of the road and just drives off. Apparently that was "Travis". The guy was drunk as hell and there was no reasoning with him. I told him the story but he was still infuriated. His son finally was like "dad stop" and then a car was coming and his son got really worried because the car was coming and could probably see that he was grabbing my neck. Eventually he calmed down and told me not to mess with him. Summary for people that probably don't want to read all of that - Late Night, KFC, Bad GPS, No KFC, Driveway, High Speed Chase, Drug Dealers???, Getting choked, scary **** Morals of the Story - Don't trust the GPS - Never pull into someone's driveway - It's not possible to reason with a drunk redneck drug dealer - There is no KFC in the town - Don't randomly drive around around midnight It was bizarre. I've never had such a misconception like this every happen to me. I hope I haven't somehow engaged myself into some sort of drug war.