It is a Los Angeles rite of passage: At some point, someone will hit your car. Hard. And it's a good chance that they'll speed off as well -- unless their vehicle was totaled by the damage as well.
Above, the final smash that killed my car in 2003. In this case, the guy who did this didn't get away -- his car was too hurt in the process. But two years earlier, my car was smashed at this exact same spot on Franklin Ave. -- at 5 in the morning. The guy didn't leave an apology. Later, in 2004, Maria's car was smashed in this same spot.
Like I said -- an L.A. rite of passage. I bring all this up because Blogging.la's Sean Bonner just discovered that some dick in a black hummer hit his car in front of his Silver Lake house and sped off. His car is destroyed, and the Hummer is nowhere to be found. Yet. Sean is looking, and asking everyone in the area to be on the lookout for a black Hummer with damage to their front passenger side.
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