Better the bean soup and your upholstery, than the cyclist. I'm glad you were so conscious of him.

My husband was driving the other night and I screamed "Don't hit the cyclist!". As my husband slammed on the brakes, I said "Hey, that was Bob from the bike shop!" Later I went to the bike shop and sure enough, he remembered that left-turner who didn't see him at first.

While I think my husband should be more watchful, Bob was hidden behind a car that was passing him in the intersection, which is why my husband didn't see him at first. I tried to tell him that the next car might not have me in it, and he should be more assertive about taking the lane through the intersection. The car might still have passed him in the intersection, but it would have had to go further left to do so, which would have either alerted my husband that something was going on, or caused a low-speed head-on collision that would have allowed Bob to wear a sticker proclaiming "TWO less cars".

I don't think he quite understood what I meant though. He's a hug-the-right cyclist.

The only thing more embarrassing than my husband hitting a cyclist would be if I were driving and hit a cyclist. That nearly happened to me once, I was waiting to make a right turn, looking to my left for oncoming traffic, when a wrong-way cyclist zipped past me. I was so mad at him. That would have ruined my credibility. And his bike, too.