Not much to this blog. I was crossing the street the other day and got hit by a silver Impala. I wasn’t hurt, but the guy sped off.
If it wasn’t so enraging that the guy peeled away, it honestly would’ve been a cool experience. I’ve always wanted to be hit by a car, just to know what it feels like. The guy was going at least forty or fifty km/h, so it wasn’t like a minor striking.
My maneuver was also pretty sick. Instincts kicked in as I saw it coming towards me, and I jumped. I landed on the hood and somehow barrel-rolled off to the side, landing on my feet. The guy never stopped.
If you see an impala with a dented hood in London in the next week, give me a shout.