I was shoveling the snow off my driveway when I saw someone crossing the street and then getting hit by a car going at least 50 mph in a 25 zone.  The roads were covered in snow, so I guess the dude couldn't stop in time.  As soon as he hit him, he reversed and drove away as fast as he could.  I was gonna call the cops, but I went to help the guy first to see if he was dead or not.  I felt a pulse, and very faint breathing, but he wasn't conscious.  I didn't get a good look at the car that hit him because I was just so shocked.  I decided instead of calling 911 to tell them of a hit-and-run and then being an ass since I couldn't describe the car, I decided to try and chase him down.  It shouldn't be too hard to see someone going ridiculously fast down the road.  I got in my car, but it wouldn't start!  I didn't know what to do.  But then, I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.  If anything I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah forget it."  Yo holmes, to Bel-air!  I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell you later!"  I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there.  To sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel-Air.