Lost count on the very first week as a cyclist. I used to teach a little more than 10km away from home, and I often had to take the “heavy duty” main streets, full of trucks and the like. I’ve been a few inches from dying so much I got kinda jaded at some point. Thankfully, the few times I’ve been hit was in slow streets, nothing major.

Now that I’ve been riding less I look back and ask how the hell was I able to not lose balance and get my arm ripped from my shoulder.