Thankfully, my injuries were not serious. I had a cut across my chest from the door, a perfectly straight line which has left an odd scar, and cuts and bruises on most of my sticky-out bits. My hand had been squashed between the car and my handlebars and my wrist was badly sprained. The end of my little finger had sort of popped like an overcooked sausage. My bike helmet was cracked, so it had done it’s job, and several layers of clothes had been ripped. If it had been a warm day I would probably have lost more bark.