Some berk nearly killed me today

I'm still reeling a bit from it. I was riding home yesterday evening, minding my own business, when the car ahead decides to do a U-turn right in front of me. Without signaling. Or looking. Before I know it I'm lying on the road with my bike on top of my leg and I'm swearing my head off. He pulls over to the other side of the road and comes over to see if I'm all right. I've managed to get up but am still swearing. The anger fades and I go into a sort of numb shock as we move the bike out of the way and then exchange details. To give him his due he's very apologetic and nearly as shocked as I am.

Still a berk, though.