That Ganko Game!

Damn, if I went out to my car and noticed blood, hair, smashed windshield, I think I might call the police first. Duhhh. Unless of course I couldn't remember driving home the night before.

Very very good point... This sounds more like the story that a Japanese National might try to pull, unless he is really that stupid.

He was probably so plastered he didn't even remember getting home that night, then you take into account the tendency of your average Japanese National who takes that line of "I'm going to put my head down and walk straight ahead, and if you hit me, it's your fault!"

Which they love to pull all the time, either walking down the sidewalk, getting on a train, or watching somebody jogging along a road or sidewalk, coming toward them, and they can see that there's just enough room for two people to pass each other, but instead of moving over a little bit, to accommodate the other person, not too mention being the common-sense and good-manners thing to do, they will put their head down and ignore the other person, in a game of chicken, or "Ganko" as I call it here in Yokohama.

And I can't tell you how many times I've knocked down "Ganko" Oyaji's while on my daily run! (never ever women, children or the elderly - they usually have too much common-sense to pull something like that) The ones who want to play that Ganko-Game of chicken... Completely lacking in any form of common-sense... I do say "Sumimasen" about a split-second before I hit them... Two can play at that game...!

In this case nobody knows where that guy was walking, if he was on the sidewalk or walking down the middle of the road... But it wouldn't surprise me in either case...

Don't worry, Ant-American Ganko Japanese, as soon as they produce some DNA results, the military will hand him over in a NY Minute, the only way he's getting out of this situation is if he's in a body bag.