How am I even alive?

I got knocked off a very similar scenario in July last year, the guy came off the roundabout didn't see me and I just remember looking round and thinking "fooking hell, he is well close". Next thing I remember is being carted off in the ambulance, with the driver crying his eyes out saying "he just appeared out of no where".

I am paranoid of rounabouts now, think death is waiting for me on each one.

It was undeniably your fault in this instance, I'm afraid.

It's the responsibility of the cyclist to double check destination co-ordinates before teleporting. Come on, this is basic stuff.