I can relate. I went to ISU in Bloomington/Normal just north, and there was little to no regard for cyclists. We did have a great bike trail that ran a long length that was an old railroad line. Aside form that, nothing. Pluls it didnt' go anywhere but you knew you wouldn't get hit!

This is so prevalent now. I say everyone get together, and get an old messed up wheel, and every anniversary, litter her front lawn with bent rims so she's reminded. People are so engrossed with their own needs, she'll put it out of her mind. I lost a friend the same way, and it still bothers me.

I was hit in 97, and I can no longer run. I'm lucky I can still ride. If I couldn't, I'd be destroyed. All for what? She was in a hurry, and couldn't wait. I'm 1.25 inches shorter because someone was a dumbass. I was lucky though. I made it.

I think if you can't pay attention to the job at hand, you shouldn't be able to drive. People abuse a priveledge they think is a right. So sad. I feel for the rider's family. This will affect many people for a long time.