To put this thread in the right context

This is the headstone of my trainer Rick Scarrott who was killed when a car plowed through around 13 of us one afternoon out training.
Yes, we were riding side by side two abreast and thankfully I was on the edge so my injuries were minor but a lot of my team mates weren't so lucky.
The car driver must've had some special skills to get us, as he had to come from the other side of the road to get us.
Back in the 70's there were no mobile phones so we spent a lot of time bleeding and screaming whilst spread all over the road waiting for the ambulances (we needed a lot of them).
The parents who drove there kids to training were greeted with a nice sight of all the carnage as they were the first on the scene, Including Ricks father.
40 years later, I can still remember watching the car coming towards us and I can still hear the screams.
In 2010, I had to go to the funeral of one of my customers, who was run over from behind whilst in a cycling lane next to an overtaking lane, he was 40 years old on the way home from work, hearing his primary school age daughter speak at the funeral was gut wrenching.
I now predominantly stick to cycle paths (where I can) and the self righteous lycra haters have no idea of the ramifications of their actions.
Cyclists are someones Mother, Father, Daughter, Son, Wife or Husband people need to be reminded of this occasionally.