I've been run down by a car twice in my life.
the first time i got away with wounded pride after flying about 15 feet through the air and a bit of mild shock when i was 16.
The second time was cycling to work, i plowed into the side of a car that didnt indicate when pulling out of a side street, broke my arm that time and seems to have permanently fucked up my shoulder to some degree, it was pretty much a hit and run, the bastard didnt even stop to check if i was alright.
I am now superstitiously awaiting the day that death comes for me in the form of a drive by scything D: