Crazy on NE Fremont.

Driving home, I stopped at a crosswalk/bike crossing to let some people and cross the street. You leaned on the horn behind me and yelled something I couldn’t hear. Then you followed me home. Well, not home, because when I realized that you were following me, and were likely nuts, the last thing I was going to do was lead you anywhere close to my home. But you followed me through maybe twelve turns in my neighborhood while I tried to lose you, hoping you’d lose interest. You didn’t.
Finally, I called my boyfriend and he met me to confront you. You shouted something about my brake lights not working (they do, but the sun was probably in your eyes, so maybe you couldn’t see them?), drove off and then evidently thought for a long while about coming back, while you sat at the end of the road and my BF took pictures of your car.
My question is: what did I do to you, exactly? You had to wait maybe 20 seconds to let some people cross the street and then spent 20 minutes tailing me around the ‘hood. You don’t know me or my history, so you don’t know how scary it can be to be followed. And you don’t know that some people carry guns because they’ve been stalked and sometimes, if they’re very scared, they might use them.
We got your make, model and license plate. We saw your face. If anything happens to my car, I would be very worried if I were you. Next time, just have the patience to let someone stop on a residential street, at a crossing, to let people cross. Let it go.