My brother did this once, but his car was fukked up. The back wheel was crooked. He was driving down the street with the back end coming trying to come around the front. It was like watching the winner of the demolision derby trying to drive his car home.
Hit a car in a grocery store parking lot while reversing
Continued to drive while looking at the spot on the car I hit.....no damage; just a lil bit of the paint from my car on his.....aight, cool.....sped the fukk up outta there while looking around to see if anyone saw me.....no one was looking at me so I was safe
I only ever ran up in the back of someone, when I was hungover and fell asleep the next morning driving to work. Foot eased off the pedal and car creeped into person in front of me at like 0-5mph
Happened twice. Both times was in traffic, person in front hopped out looked at me. Checked they car, looked at me. Said everything was ok and left.
Guess I looked like someone they didn't wanna deal with
Back in high school i was driving my pops girlfriend's mother's car (an old ass Buick). I hit the Mickey D's drive thru and was leaving the parking lot when i spilled my drink. I bent over to pick it up, and the car straight rolled backwards into another parked car! The other car was fukkED UP! I panicked like a mufukka, hit the gas and dipped out like i just aired out some knee grows hanging on the block. I ran through all stop signs and lights on the way home. Got home checked the bumper and had zero damage. I was shook thinking someone might have got the plates, but after a week or so i was like when i ain't hear nothing. By then i got my regular load back so i was really giving no fukks now! Fast forward two months...i come home and pops gave me the His girl's moms got a letter from the police! Turns out someone did get the plates! Long story short pops had to pay about a G for the damages and i had to pay him back the money.
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