I've been riding in Korea for more than a year now. On Tuesday everning I was riding through the rice paddies on a quiet farming road and saw a truck coming my way. Knowing the tunnel vision of most Korean drivers I safely pulled close to the edge and went very slowly expecting the driver not to see me. )My usual style is usually ripping wildly through these amazing little roads at top speed.) Well, the ****head really didn't see me at all. He merely heard the crunching of my bike and my yells as he sideswiped me. Luckily for me my leg was merely scraped but my shoe was destroyed, back wheel mangled and frame bent. This was just enough to put me off the bike in the middle of a reasonably successful racing season. But insurance moves fast over here. The bike will be fixed with new and better parts (at full MSRP) by my LBS with whom I have a very close relationship. My leg just hurts enough that the doctor said no exercise for a whole week. (HAHAHA) Luckily they have good trainers at the health club.
Point: I was lucky and I truly believe in not expecting any driver to see a bike. 1 hit out of many close calls is lucky for me.