I woulda beaten the $h! outa that dude if I had caught him.
I pass along my sympathies for your rides.
I can also relate.
In the late nineties, our then family car, a 1987 Dodge Daytona Pacifica (Turbo!) was parked on the street one evening outside my grandmothers building. There happens to be a tavern on the opposite side of the street.
Around midnight, a loud screech of tires, and a thud was heard. I ran to the window to see a drunk driver speed of in a Caprice. Then, looking down, I noticed that the thud we had heard was him slamming into the side of the Daytona, ripping the drivers side door of its hinges.
What followed was a mass exodus of the taverns patrons. By the time we got downstairs the place was empty of any witnesses. The police that came to investigate said "tough luck", and we were left to pay for the door.
Ended up getting a junkyard door from a regular Daytona, and it never quite fit well, always sagging a bit.