If you live in a city, chances are you have to park on the street most of the time. You lock it up, start walking to your destination, maybe give one last glance over your shoulder as if to stay, “You stay strong, little camper; I’ll come back for you.” It’s true, sometimes you come back and there’s a new scratch, and you die a little inside. And then sometimes shit like this happens:

If you’ve ever been driving to work in the morning and seen a car that looks like it decided to start a new life as an abstract public sculpture at some point in the night, it’s probably because of something like this. This of course, doesn’t answer the question of like, seriously, how do you even pull something like that off? Full speed, no brakes, completely against the curb. That’s just some next-level automotive asshattery right there (and yes, it’s local; 1st Ave, FTW!).