How about some updates
Last week, I hit a Harley Davidson with my car. Sweet!
This guy on a Harley blew through a red light as I was going through a busy intersection in Mankato. I rammed into the back of the bike pretty hard, but he only wobbled a bit and stayed on two wheels. He stopped a little way up the street, looked at the damage to his bike and then ripped off up the street.
I called the cops, but they pretty much just shrugged their shoulders and gave up. They were like, "Yeah, we're not going to be able to catch him. He's on a motorcycle. We never catch motorcycles. They run from us all the time."
It's not really a big deal. I mean, it's not like my car is so pretty that I really give a damn about the damage, but what if he'd hit somebody who did give a damn? And, you know what, that dude is lucky to be alive. He wasn't wearing a helmet, (they aren't required in Minnesota) and had I been into that intersection any sooner, his face would be a smear on the concrete right now.