I had an extremely close call last month. For the first time in over 25 years of bike commuting, I thought I was going to be killed. I won't go into the details, but basically I was crossing a road when a car came around a corner straight toward me without slowing. He obviously didn't see me. I made a beeline for the side of the road (crossing in front of him) and he missed broadsiding me by just inches. I was going about 15 mph at the time, which I later calculated as about 260 inches per second. So he missed me by around 0.01 to 0.03 seconds! I couldn't believe my luck, nor could I get the thought of almost being hit out of my mind. It's a really sobering thought to imagine being killed over nothing. Just crossing a road, or being in the wrong place at the wrong time with an inattentive driver. I've always known it was a possibility, I just never thought it'd be me. Now I know that it can be me, and I'm extremely grateful that it wasn't that time.