Dear Guy Who Drove Into My Car:
I don't know what frightens me more- the fact that you were so preoccupied looking for an address that you turned right out of the center lane, into my car, then parked and didn't even look for me, or the fact that when I approached you about running into my car, you were still asking some biker guy on the sidewalk where this address was, then turned around when you saw me and asked ME where this place was, and seemed totally clueless about the nature of the situation when I told you you hit my car.

You don't have a phone, and your insurance doesn't have a phone number for you. You're the type if idiot driver that scares the h*ll out of me biking, and God knows, if you'd have hit me while I was on my bike, I could probably be laying there bleeding and you'd get out of your car and start asking me for directions.

I hope you lose your license- you're obviously totally unaware of your surroundings, and if I tell people this story, they'd never BELIEVE you were SO out of touch with reality.

Please go somewhere and lose your license, but don't start biking because you'll hurt yourself and others. Just walk.

Regards,
Kitsune-
A P.O'd fox.