A gang of four joyriders rear-ended me in The Bronx. Their car may have been stolen or registered under nefarious circumstances. It was a hit-and-run: they removed the license plates from their crumpled vehicle, and absconded the scene. Police apathetic, indifferent. Elke was damaged terribly. Poor gal. My brain has been foggy/dizzy, my body-frame-pain is real, and I am working through it.
I never saw them. They were doing the highly-dangerous high-speed drag-racing swerve-game through traffic that has become popular throughout 2020 under Deblowsio's incompetence-inspired lawlessness. I estimate they hit me, without braking or evasive action, at 100mph +/-.
I am in the ironic position to be thankful to be alive and walking! And nursing Elke back to health with a resto-mod.