cover-crosswalk.jpgA pedestrian critically injured in a hit-and-run crash in San Francisco’s Potrero Hill neighborhood early Saturday morning continues to fight for his life, police said today.

As previously reported, the victim, a man in his 60s, was struck at 2:02 AM Saturday near the intersection of 16th Street and Potrero Avenue, according to police.

The suspect, who was driving a cream-colored, 1970s-era Chevrolet El Camino, was traveling east on 16th Street when he jumped the curb and struck the man, police said.

The suspect drove east on 16th Street and had not been found as of this morning, police spokesman Officer Albie Esparza told Bay City News today.

The victim was taken to San Francisco General Hospital with life-threatening head trauma, according to police.

Anyone with information about the hit-and-run is asked to call the Police Department’s anonymous tip line at (415) 575-4444 or send a tip by text message to TIP411.

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  • renegade

    2:02 in the morning, jumps a curb. Somebody knows about a drunk, perhaps the last patron of a bar, staggering to their car but nobody wants to “snitch”. And how many people drive a disco-era El Camino, with newly-acquired damage? Not too many. The truth is out there.

  • renegade

    2:02 in the morning, jumps a curb. Somebody knows about a drunk, perhaps the last patron of a bar, staggering to their car but nobody wants to “snitch”. And how many people drive a disco-era El Camino, with newly-acquired damage? Not too many. The truth is out there.