I was knocked off my bike, this morning, on Bayswater Road. Some prick in a council services van pulled out into the road when I was right in front of him. He saw me at the very last minute, which was too late not to hit me but early enough that I'm uninjured. Knocked the bike from under me and I have some road rash on my arm and thigh. In a way, I think I was lucky that it was a van with a high-set cab, so that I had a fairly straight-forward side-on collision with a largely vertical bonnet rather than something which flipped me through 90 degrees. Worst thing about it was the sense of inevitability; could see him coming, couldn't do anything about it, just had to wait for the impact.
When I worked out I wasn't dead or injured, I was furious. Got up and banged on his passenger window. Only then did he get out. Couldn't believe his attitude; he was annoyed that I was annoyed. "Look, I've apologised. Look, I've gotten out to see if you're all right." Only reason he got out of his cab because I was trying to get into it through the window.
Colleague just brought me a mug of tea. Mug has DHL all over it. Because I need to be reminded about vans.