I was driving to pick up my daughter from a play rehearsal after school. It was early evening. It was dark. I paused before turning right to let an oncoming car pass, then made the turn. As I entered the road, I felt a thud at the rear of my car.

A thud. It was shocking. I stopped my car. I got out. I saw a bike, a helmet, a man on the road.

Two police officers arrived at the scene of my accident and I was profoundly relieved.Credit: iStock

“Oh my god!” I exclaimed. “Are you OK?”

He nodded. I didn’t believe him. He looked like he was in pain. What happened? Where did he come from? What was I supposed to do now?

I tried to think. I’d been in accidents before. Many years ago, I was a passenger in a car that slammed into a tree after being forced off a highway. On another occasion, a car flipped in front of me, and I assisted the passengers to climb out while calling an ambulance.

Ambulance. I needed to call an ambulance. I picked up my phone and dialled for help. A man approached from a nearby home. He spoke to the cyclist, brought him water, moved his bike to the kerb.

“This is a terrible intersection,” he told me. “There........

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