We were driving home the other night when the two cars in front of us came to a stop after we left the roundabout near the airport.
When they had slowly cleared the left lane of the highway, a young man was walking towards the traffic. He was obviously on drugs – the glazed look and strange walking.
I moved the car around him slowly and locked the car without much thought.
Half a second later, I hear the outside door handle on Luz’s side of the car. This lunatic was trying to break into moving cars on the highway.
I immediately sped away. I did not care about him. I wanted to get away as quickly as possible
We drove home, which is about two minutes away, then we rang the police. After a little bit of time working out the exact name of the street, they said they had received a number of reports about a man on the highway and police had been sent.
If I heard any bump or other evidence that he was actually injured as I sped away, I would have still sped away. There is a difference between leaving the scene of an accident and fleeing a carjacking by a crazed drug fiend.
If there was any suspicion that I had injured the carjacker while speeding away, I would have driven to the nearest police station, which is nearby, given them a summary of the facts and then postponed further comment pending legal advice.
So much for sleepy Wellington.
Utopia, you are standing in it! 
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