I've probably posted this one before, but your story reminds me of the old epitaph:

Here lies the body of Edward Grey, who died, defending his right of way
He was right, dead right, as he pedalled along
But he's just as dead as if he'd been wrong

My sympathies are with your injuries, but when faced with some plonker with the apparent IQ of a mentally-******** jerbil and the judgement of a drunken fruit bat, get the hell out of his way