Clipped on the way to work

Biking to my office today, I was clipped by a passing car. His passenger mirror hit my elbow as I was cycling up Van Ness and dented my mirror. It hurt, still smarts a bit but outside of a small bruise, I suppose I'm fine. In the moment, I thought "surely, he'll stop and ask if I'm ok?" Quite the opposite actually. This gentleman in the black Audi A4 accelerated to move quickly up the hill and out of sight. I imagine he was quick to act in an effort to avoid any confrontation where supposedly as often happens in these type of situations, one of us would refrain from admitting culpability or some such thing. I was hugging the curb so not likely it was my fault. I shouldn't have been so far out in the road, that would be his refrain. I'm naive I guess. I just wanted to know that I was alright--I thought he might want to know that too. Unfortunately, I am often amazed by lack of concern for others and the obsession with looking out for number 1 I see around my daily life. We've got to the point where people elect bumper stickers like "random acts of kindness welcome here"-- an effort to inspire the rest of us to learn to live from a place of kindness. We're all a little tired of looking out for number 1 aren't we? There's so much to learn in going the other way --part of living fair, I like to think. Paying fair, getting fair treatment from other people, it's all part of a wider objective, be the change. I have his license plate number. I'd like to send him this bumper sticker. I just might.