Once I’d thanked the officers for their assistance, apologized to them for having to see me in Spandex, and walked toward my wounded car, my sympathy turned to anger. Stupid chick’s lucky she didn’t kill herself, I thought. Despite my irritation, I was relieved that I had been moving slower than her bicycle when she hit my car and that she had taken such a short tumble instead of a massive fall. Because if she were seriously injured, that would have been tragic, regardless of whose fault it was. I hope the first thing she does when she feels up to riding again (aside from obeying traffic laws) is buy a helmet.