I was struck by a madman

Today, after my bank transaction of ungodly amounts of money, i was strolling carelessly to my car, when BAM! I was hit by a shabby purple pick-up truck,  the driver threw it into reverse and gunned it without looking,  he had even picked up about fifteen feet of momentum before he hit me! Then we made eye contact, and i figured "okay, great I'll get an apology, his window is down," but no no, he said "Better keep running," in a voice that was as friendly as your local Department of Maniacal Villains (that is a DMV reference). Flabbergasted at not receiving my due apology, i just sort of frowned and looked around, surely someone saw this nonsense.  He just hit me and told me to keep running! But there were no witnesses, just the guy's friend in the passenger seat of his beautiful piece of American engineering.  So, I shook it off and hopped into my Ranger.  And then, while cruising around to the soulful music of Mr. Ray Lamontagne,  i decided that some people are simply unreasonable.  To put it bluntly and eloquently, some people just suck. I mean if i hit a pedestrian in my car, i would definitely apologize, i would probably get out to make sure they were okay too. In hindsight, I'm a little surprised he didn't just keep going until he made a pancake of me.  So, readers beware, there is a madman driving a decaying purple pick-up truck hellbent on striking pedestrians with his mobile of madness.