mental illness on a Sunday morning

I was chased by a crazy guy.  He chased me 30 miles on the 215 Freeway.  When the CHP finally caught him to find out why he chased me he told them he thought his girlfriend was in my car.  I don't know him or his girlfriend.  All you need is a reason.  The reason doesn't have to make sense the facts don't have line up either.  You can go berserk and as long as you have a reason everything you did during that time doesn't matter. As for me I'm thankful for my life after this incident. I'm supposed to be forgiving.