One time I was going to work on my racing bike I think it was 22 speed I used to ride a lot, tires on those bikes are really skinny...on the way to work on a raining day I was going through a parking lot when a caddy cut right in front of me making a left turn before me..it was one of those long caddys about 1980 .. there was nothing I could do but brace for impact...I pictured myself hitting the front side and flying over the hood....but that didn't happen ... my bike laid down went under the front of the car and came back up into riding position on the other side..I turned back to yell at the driver when I realized what happened I but could not explain how!! It would have been impossible for me to do that even though I rode twelve miles a day and was very coordinated on the bike...I didn't yell at the driver...I thought about it and I knew somehow God rescued had me there.