The other day a white van drove into me in the bus lane. I've spent ages worrying about getting knocked off my bike, but it wasn't actually that bad. My elbow and his wing mirror met at a reasonable speed. No bones broken, just a very loud snapping noise and a big bruise.
I get off my bike.
The white van stops.
The white van driver stops.
The white van driver gets out of his white van.
The white van driver walks around his van, carefully checking it for damages.
And only then does he look up from readjusting his wing mirror and say "you okay, mate?"
And that's when I start shouting at him.