I was riding a city bus at twilight, once, one of few passengers, and in the front seat next to the door, when a teenager (I assume) wearing black pants and a black hoodie and riding a little bike leapt his bike off the curb and into the street in front of the bus, rode fast across the two lanes, then bounced over the planted median, crossed the other side, and vanished. He probably landed his bike maybe 13-15 feet in front of the bus, which was going at about 25 mph. The driver hit his brakes but it was irrelevant, the kid was just flying.

The driver just said, "Thing is, if I'd have hit him, it would have been my fault, and if I'd killed him, I would go my whole life knowing I'd killed him, but there wasn't a thing I could have done to stop it, if he'd fallen off his bike right there."