That sucks!!! I've rarely ever felt like I could physically kill someone, but definitely felt that way when someone rear-ended my Mustang years ago and fled. We got the license number and fought with the police and their insurance company though.
I've told this story before, so let me just give the abbreviated version.
I'd bought that Mustang (the green one in a pic I posted earlier today) new in 91 and commuted back and forth to Topeka for a year, drove it only occasionally for another year or two, then "retired" it. I kept it in a storage unit so it wouldn't even get door dings.
I was in it for one of my occasional Sunday Drives, and was stopped, waiting for oncoming traffic to clear, ready to turn left to the storage place and lovingly tuck it away for another several weeks, when some chick (turned out she was 16) in a Grand Am started filling the mirror real rapidly. I could see there was no way she was gonna stop in time, so I hit the throttle and dumped the clutch. Not good enough. Clipped the back bumper pretty good.
Would've been worse if I hadn't tried to evade her, though, especially if I'd still been on the brakes. Probably would've totalled the cars and caused injuries.
It turned out, again after long arguments with the cops, that she'd hit LOTS of people and took off. A horrible driver. Yet still driving. They finally got her when she hit some kid on a bicycle (no serious injuries, thankfully) and took off but someone else got the license number and it matched the one we reported. Then they took it seriously and found her.
Anyway, it's probably good both for me and for her that the cops found her before I did (I was always looking).
So I feel your pain.
My best friend, John (aka "Meatloaf" here) had someone actually hit him so hard, *in a friggin' parking lot* (SI's parking lot, actually) that they rolled his SUV. And took off.
We'd been chatting with Brad and Jeff and when I left several minutes after he did, I noticed all the emergency equipment activity and wondered what on earth had happened and just went on home. Halfway home I got called by his wife suggesting that the next time someone rolled my best friend's car in a parking lot, I might want to consider offering him a ride home. <g>
