Twice, each time was the drivers fault. The first, I was traveling on a through street saw a car at the stop sign of an upcoming intersection, watched the drivers head look both ways. She waited, assuming she saw me, I continued, she waited until I was directly in front of her and looked straight at me before accelerating. She knocked me onto the hood of the car, turned left and continued for a block, dragging the bike beneath her with me on the hood. I was fine, but the worst, and most amusing part of the experience, was the number of people who poured out of the neighborhood houses after word got around. All of them milling around asking me where the body went.
The second time, I got right hooked by an old geezer turning into his own drive. He just knocked me down, did no damage to me or my bike and apologized profusely while another guy stopped in the middle of the suicide lane, stood on the hood of his car and berated me as a menace who had no right to be on the road.
There are funny people out there.

Marc