George David Denardo III, 19, wanted for failure to appear, sped off when police tried to pull him over in Norfolk, VA, lost control and slammed into the side of the house of Travis and Marsha Richason at about 2:30 a.m. Tuesday morning, punching a hole in the sheet rock wall just inches from their 3 year-old daughter TaylorAnn’s bed. She slept through the commotion.
Denardo clambered through the wreckage and fled on foot. He is now wanted for felony hit and run, evasion, and driving on a suspended license, in addition to the failure to appear.
“I got me a souvenir,” Travis Richason told AP, showing a crumpled license plate he found in a crawl space under their house after the car was towed.
One night, he and his family of (I believe) eight were enjoying a little televised entertainment when they heard a knock at the back door. This was unusual because the entire family was present in the TV room — this being the ’70s when families still did such things — and the back yard was fenced. Who could it be?
They went to investigate en masse because it was an Anson Williams-directed episode of Happy Days airing that night, and a knock on the back door seemed more interesting.
The father opened the door with some slight trepidation, but no one was there. They all fanned out into the back yard and poked around under bushes and shrubs, but the source of the knock remained a mystery.
Just as they began filing back into the house, a drunken Porsche doing 65 in a 25 zone veered left to avoid a cat, jumped the curb, struck the huge decorative boulder in the family’s front yard flower garden, careened upward and ripped through the wall at eye level of the formerly peaceful and tidy TV room with accompanying apocalyptic destruction, dust and din.
Richie and Fonzie never knew what hit them.
The dipsomaniacal driver was nonplussed but virtually unharmed as he found himself abruptly parked and indoors. The family was stunned but untouched as their knees collectively buckled in recognition of the carnage they had so narrowly escaped by the grace of a phantom knock on the back door.