A week ago a car slid into the back of my 850 in a snowstorm, then left the scene.

Stupidly, but with heavy adrenaline flow affecting my thinking, I followed the Ford mid-size car that hit me.

He pulled over 4 blocks away and got out, rushing up to my car with insurance papers in hand saying he was very sorry and that he did have insurance. He was a young guy, probably 22, and was very contrite, very upset.

I was very level-headed at that point and reassured him that things would be ok, and I wasn’t angry at him.

I got out and looked at the back bumper, and there was no damage.

I told him to forget it, to be careful, and to not flee scenes of accidents, and that was it.