That reminds me of another time I was almost killed.
Was cycling on the side of the road in the small town where I was going to university when an octogenarian in a Mazda van creamed me with his passenger-side mirror. Literally, one second I was biking, the next I was on the ground wondering what the fuck had happened. After another second or two I saw an oncoming car, I was like AH SHIT GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD OH FUCK. Luckily it was all small town traffic, so it's not like anybody was going fast.
When I talked to the old fellow I just told him to go. The guy was pretty obviously in the early stages of senility and was probably long past the point at which he should have stopped driving. He barely even knew what was really going on, just this stammering terrified little white-haired old accidental menace to society. I just felt really sorry for the guy and told him to go home and rest.
I mean, in retrospect I could have suffered a terrible injury I didn't notice at first and I probably should have reported the guy as a terrible hazard, but hey, I had just been run over, so I figure I was allowed to be a little disoriented.