Having nearly run over the parent of one such victim I hate the bloody things with a passion.
Edge of a dual carriageway, he stepped back to view the flowers he had just laid for his son - who died there when his pushbike, no lights ror helmet, as hit by a car at about 3 in the morning.
From my perspective a man backed out of a hedge and onto the roadway without looking. I missed him because he was fucking lucky that day!
Sometimes you just have to appreciate that life sucks. You can help it along by wearingprotectove clothing, putting lights in your bike and looking before you step out into 2 lanes of fast moving traffic.
And the other one... young lad, motorbike, overtaking on a blind corner = head on collision. He died.
The woman who he hit has to pass a HUGE shrine that includes his mangled crash helmet (probably all she saw of him) every day as she goes to work - which she now does on a bus as she can no longer bear to drive).
Did I mention I hate them with a passion. Conspicuous grief belongs in a church yard/cemetary, that's what theywere invented for!