About 50 years ago, yes.

There used to be a kids' TV show on local TV called "Safety First", and it was hosted by a Cincinnati policeman named Jim Stanley. The main thrust of the show was safety issues related to kids, such as negotiating crosswalks, rules for riding bikes, etc. Anyway they stressed using hand signals when riding on the streets. Vehicular cycling before there was such a term, I guess.

Anyway, one evening about dusk I was riding my Schwinn cruiser home from a friend's house. It one of those bikes with the stamped sheet metal "tank" built around the top tubes with a headlight in the front end ahead of the steerer tube. I had to make a left turn off of the highway on to my street. I noticed a car approaching from behind, but in accordance with Sergeant Stanley's rules of the road, I stuck out my left arm to signal my turn, just as if I was my dad driving his Studebaker. I started to make my turn.

Suddenly there was a screeching of tires under heavy braking, and this big ol' chrome Dodge grill was coming up fast on my left, looking like the very open jaws of Hell! At the last instant I decided to bail off of the Schwinn, and ended up in the ditch alongside the road.

The Dodge screeched to a stop right alongside.

I still remember to this day starting to climb out of the ditch, and reaching up to pull myself up by the passenger side door handle. As my head came up past the bottom of the car windowsill I found myself looking into the eyes of little old lady wearing a flowered hat, who must have though I was a ghost coming back from the dead to haunt her, because she started screaming like a banshee and hyperventilating! It was a hoot!

I still have a scar on my left heel where something sharp caught me. That was my only injury.

My Schwinn wasn't so lucky, as you could turn the front wheel and touch the back fender! It was pretty much DRT!

I then graduated to a used $25.00 3-speed internally-geared hub English-made gasspipe special. Wish I still had it.