I commute via bike nearly every day, and decided to ride on Friday despite some iffy weather (about 35 degrees and rain the previous day).
Less than a mile from my house I must have hit a slick patch of road (it's newly paved and seems to always have a film of water for days after it rains) and suddenly went down with no warning at all. The SUV behind me--which had been giving me plenty of room, thank God--saw me go down and pulled over.
The SUV was driven by a really really nice lady. By the time she and her female passenger reached me I was already in shock and bleeding pretty well from (I learned later) a nice hole in my eyebrow and another in my cheek. They refused to let me go home and go to urgent care on my own. They insisted on getting me to an ER. One brought my bike over to a house at the scene and made sure the lady there would watch it. The other gave me clean washcloths out of the back of their car and helped me stop the bleeding.
They couldn't take me to the ER themselves because they had their foster children (!) in the back of the car and had to get them to school. Instead, they took me the fire house down the road and left me in the care of the paramedics, who took me to the ER.
The two ladies who helped me flatly refused to give me their names or phone numbers when I asked, saying that they really hadn't done anything special, or anything that "everyone else would have done."
I'm thinking they may have been honest-to-God-angels. I mean, foster kids? Helping me off the road? Refusing to leave their info?
I'm gonna have to work hard to earn back the good karma I spent Friday. And I'll be a lot more hesitant to bash "all drivers" from now on.
btw, the final tally was 8 stitches in my eyebrow and 3 more in my cheek, plus a bruised shoulder and road rash on hip and shoulder. God knows, it could have been a lot worse.