I came home from a late night Blockbuster/Ballard Market run to find a car totaled to bits at the front of my building- just one car.
Some hormone-fueled teenaged enebriant (my guess) plowed into the back of this car fast enough to shove the carcass at least twenty feet and push the trunk up into the back seat. Amazingly, the offender was then able to wrest his own hoopty from the victim's and speed off down the road somewhere. I can only hope it was to expire under a shady tree somewhere like Stonewall Jackson.
I was literally stunned when I realized that the other car had driven away under its own power.
Things I think are true here:
One: Unlicensed driver, possibly underage.
Two: The missing car is a stolen car.
Three: The driver was drunk/high/speeding/any two of these/all three of these.
Four: the girl I found crying by her wrecked car will never realize how lucky she was not to be inside the thing when it all happened.