The one thing I learned from cycling to work, those big metal things around you will kill you if they hit you. Give them right of way.
The woman was a smarmy idiot. I was always afraid of drivers like her.
As a bike commuter I was hit by four cars. Every single case was someone taking a right turn in front of me. In every case I didn’t go down but I scratched the car up badly (one was a beautiful bright red Porsche SC).
I just rode the cars around the corner.
Weirdly, although I telecommuted for two decades and did every Seattle to Portland bike ride since 1991, and all the recreational riding that implies, the last time I went down was in 1966 when I was jumping dirt mounds on my paperboy special in Moses Lake in 6th grade.