Although Clearwater police have yet to release any information regarding their investigation into the car accident that left John J. Graziano in critical condition, several witnesses have come forward and revealed that Nick Hogan was racing a 2006 silver Dodge Viper coupe through the streets of downtown Clearwater when he lost control and struck a palm tree and a median. Nice.
Frances Vitalis, a Plant City registered nurse, was riding home from Clearwater Beach on a motorcycle with a friend Sunday when she saw Bollea’s yellow Toyota Supra and the silver Viper speeding between traffic lights. “We knew something was going to happen,” Vitalis said Tuesday. “You know that this is a bad situation and these guys are hotdogging.” The roads were slick from scattered summer showers. One car would speed away, then the next would catch up, she said. The cat-and-mouse game ended when the Supra fish-tailed and crashed into a palm tree, Vitalis said. She ran to the car and tried to open the driver’s door and then the passenger’s door. The car was so mangled they wouldn’t open, she said.”
At this point, Hulk Hogan should probably retain Jesus or a Native American shaman, because if Graziano dies, that’s gross vehicular manslaughter. A charge that holds a maximum sentence of 15 years in prison. Not to worry, because that shouldn’t be a problem for Nick. He’s Hulk Hogan’s son and he killed an Iraqi war veteran, so nobody should fuck with him in prison. Nobody at all.
John J. Graziano
Update: In an interview in the upcoming issue of Rides magazine, Nick Hogan calls his gay yellow Toyota Supra a “pussy magnet” and that he routinely races his sister and his parents. Be sure you read this part, it was my favorite:
In my silver Viper, I was driving from Miami to Tampa. I got pulled over going 107 [mph] and the guy let me off. He’s like, “Hey, I know who you are, just keep going, ya know.” Dude, I got back on the road and two minutes later I get pulled over going 113 [mph]. Another highway patrol from the same county said, “I just heard on the radio that my buddy pulled you over and let you go. I’ma let you go this time. It’s your second warning. You get pulled over again, you’re probably going to go to jail.” Three minutes later, [I was] doing 123 [mph] in a 50 [mph zone]. The guy is like, “Hey, I just heard you got pulled over twice in the last 10 minutes. I got to write you a ticket.”