Perhaps thankfully, the worst bicycle crash I've ever had was when I was in a bike lane and some inattentive older man opened his car door at the exact right time to take me down. I didn't even see it. All I knew was that I was flying to the pavement. I put my arms forward and braced for impact. In hindsight I probably should have called the cops, if only to get insurance information (if he had any, and I'm not sure if it would apply since he wasn't driving). But I was dazed and in pain, but I could tell nothing was broken, so I just wanted to get home, take an ibuprofen and sit down. The car he doored me with was a minivan so I threw my bike with its mangled rear wheel in the back and he gave me a ride home, about half a mile away.

Thankfully the injury wasn't bad, just scrapes and bruises, with a dislocated shifter and a bent up rear wheel on my bike. I wish I had gotten his number to at least ask for him to pay for that, but my only instinct in the pain was just to get home.