Having had a few close calls with drivers going off the road is what makes me now ride only on our bike trail. Now I just have to contend with idiot walkers, especially the ones with a dog on a leash.
My son's very best friend was an avid bicyclist, even riding with the U. S. Olympic team. He was killed while riding his bike, by an old man on medication who left the road and nailed him while he wasn't even on the road. He was only 30. My son named his son, our grandson, after him. I used the same name in my novel as one of the main characters, the boy in the story. Losses like this hurt. In our case, that loss will last a lifetime.