I was hit by a car while biking several years ago. Miraculously I didn’t break anything or die, but had some pretty severe abrasions. Broke some teeth. I was unconscious for 15 minutes on Walnut. Some good people called an ambulance for me. My computer, backpack, helmet, and a bunch of papers I was grading saved my life. I woke up on my back, like an upside down turtle, my helmet broke in half and my earring holes were bleeding because the helmet got ripped off my ears. I was on the ground and someone tried to steal my bike while I was laying there. The police didn’t file the accident report correctly , so I was stuck with a massive medical bill. They refused to give me the police report when I called. When I eventually got it, they said I was a Jane Doe. I couldn’t remember my name at the accident scene - so there’s that, but I could remember my SSN. The ambulance could figure out who I was but not the police. Luckily the person who hit me reached out to their insurance and got it figured out. Anyways…I don’t bike in Philly anymore. I’m terrified by it. I was hit in a turning lane. I had the right of way on a green light and the person who was driving turned into me.