Las Vegas has many talents. It can turn a desert into a mirage, a mirage into a casino, and a simple morning bicycle ride into a case file thicker than a church Bible.
On a Thursday morning, just after the city had finished pretending it would behave itself for the day, a bicyclist was struck in the central valley near East St. Louis Avenue. The driver, demonstrating the modern philosophy of “responsibility is optional,” promptly left the scene.
The bicyclist went to the hospital. Officials did not immediately announce the condition, which in bureaucratic language means everything from “he’s fine” to “we are rearranging the furniture in the waiting room.”
Thanks to detectives, evidence, and the slow mechanical grind of accountability, Eric McDaniels, 37, was found after what one assumes was not a complicated game of hide-and-seek, given that modern vehicles tend to leave more clues than a bad poker player.
By April 29, Mr. McDaniels was arrested and booked into the Clark County Detention Center, along with a collection of charges that read like a DMV pamphlet nobody finished reading. These include failure to stop, having an unregistered vehicle, lacking insurance, and bogus plates.
He was scheduled for court on April 30, which is the legal world’s way of saying, “We’ll continue this conversation when everyone has had time to print more documents.”
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