[kentek]

Thursday afternoon, my wife and a friend were driving home from lunch. They were on the busiest part of the local freeway, down a long grade that comes into town from the airport, during the early part of rush hour. Two *&%##* punks were racing down the hill and one of them clipped my wife's car, sending both cars out of control and into the guardrail. The second car fled the scene.

Thanks to seatbelts, airbags and good, solid german engineering, my wife was only shaken and bruised. She'll be sore for a while, but she's fine. Her passenger cracked her sternum and two ribs. Since she's visiting from Thailand, our insurance will take care of her medical costs. The car is a total loss. If not for the guardrail, they would have gone over a steep hill onto a state highway.

This morning my insurance agent found that the company the other driver gave to the police had never heard of the punk or his mother. Why am I not surprised? Still no word on the hit-and-runner.

When I was young and brainless, we would race our hot cars, but always at some remote location where the only ones in danger were ourselves. Nowadays, they seem to need the added thrill of weaving in and out of traffic. This is the second such incident in the area in the last few months.