That sucks. I've had the hit and run experience myself. Freaking idoit tried to turn left from the right lane, but decided to just go striaght at a high rate of speed after his door got rammed by my fugly little Toyota wagon. Knocked severely off course, I dodged a parked car, hit a bike that was locked to a sign, and stopped 3 feet short of a brick apartment building. The police didn't find the guy. I'm sure it didn't help that the 911 dispacher told them to look for a Malibu, though I told them it was a 86-88 silver Nova.
The next morning, I hopped in my other car and drove around for hours looking for the car, seriously intent on fire-bombing the thing. I guess I'm glad I never found it. The scene might have gotten ugly.
P.S. I hope you're OK, Fake.