The Honda Civic in the photos below was stolen and fleeing the LAPD. Just before it ran a red light at the intersection of Rose and Lincoln in Venice, it swiped a parked car going 80 mph. The driver of the parked car had serious neck injuries. By the time the Civic hit my Porsche head-on, it was going around 65 mph. I was stopped in the center turn lane on Rose, waiting to turn into the Whole Foods Parking lot, fresh out of a workout at Gold’s Gym. It happened so fast, I couldn’t do anything. Thankfully, the airbags deployed, the Civic was mostly plastic, and I walked away totally uninjured. Instinctually, I got out of the destroyed Porsche which had filled with chemical smoke from the airbags. I locked eyes with the driver of the stolen civic, who had blood pouring down his face.

 

“Are you ok?” he asked.

 

“Yeah, I think so,” I replied.

 

Then a handful of LAPD officers rushed us both with guns up. They looked like 20 year olds.

 

Great, I remember thinking, I survived the crash only to be shot up by the cops.

 

The driver of the stolen Civic was taken away in an ambulance, handcuffed to a gurney. 

 

I ate dinner at La Cabaña, right across from all the mayhem on Rose. A police helicopter was circling. The cops thought I was in shock. That Porsche truck turned almost 180-degrees from the force of the impact. 

 

Somehow, despite it all, I walked away and enjoyed delicious fajitas from La Cabaña.