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In 1999 I had a serious accident with my mountain bike, while riding in a suburb in Athens Greece (where many professoinal travellers by bike got killed, btw..). Someone thought that a bicycle does not deserve to be respected when it is on the road with priority traffic, and so he just entered the road, instead of waiting as it is his duty, and next thing I knew is that I am under a car. It was a miracle as I was told later that I only got out of it scratched (my bike was nastily bent as it was of cheap metal) but I developed fear of biking again, at least in Greece.
Now I'm in Berlin, a city that loves biking and biks, and try to cycle again.