Morning or evening, the drive between Long Beach and Biloxi along Highway 90 can be a joy, sometimes relaxing, sometimes entertaining.

Today on my way home--the car in front of me stopped suddenly. I stopped suddenly. The car behind me did not stop suddenly.

When I felt the distinct jarring-thud, I looked in my rearview mirror and there was a Kia Rio with a crumpled front end. The young man grinned and pulled around me, got in front of me and took off.

I followed a short distance thinking he would pull over for both of us to survey the damage and have the police write a report. He kept going. It dawned on me he did not plan to stop. I kept following him and started honking, and got 911 on the phone.

Apparently, this time it was okay to be using my cell phone because she kept me on the line while I followed the crasher as he tried to lose me. We made several u turns, cut across parking lots, etc. while she alerted the Biloxi police.

Finally, I pulled up behind him at a traffic light and gave the 911 operator our exact location, color of the car and license tags. One more u turn and finally three police cars herded him off highway 90 onto a side street.

He was immediately handcuffed and put in a police car. He didn't grin at me this time. There is not a nice expression for the look he gave me.

The police asked me if I wanted to file a report. You bet! I followed them directly to the police station. Well, this young man got written up for leaving the scene of an accident, no license, and no insurance.

Do I feel guilty? No. He would likely do it again unless taught a lesson. He didn't even stop to see if I was okay. Fortunately, I was and did not have children with me. Ironically, my car barely had a smudge on it. I, however did not know that when I was following him. It just seemed wrong to me that someone would hit you and run. Justice!