I was doored in High school about 7 years ago. A friend and I were biking to his house and I was riding in front when suddenly a car door popped open and life started running in slow motion before I smacked right into it. I had a swollen shoulder and a bent fork and wheel. The woman who was in the car was crying hysterically and kept apologizing. We exchanged information and a few weeks later an agent from her insurance company came to my apartment and gave me money to fix my bike plus a bit extra and the assurance that if any thing were to happen to my body anytime in the future as a result of this accident, they would pay for the medical bills.

Of course, this was in France, so you'd expect a little social equality.