A week ago last wednesday she came off her bike and hit a Range Rover head on. She suffered nasty lacerations to her face, lost a few teeth, chipped her eyesocket and jaw. She also had a colossal bruise and graze on her leg, which looks to me to have been caused by the Range Rover's right front wheel.
It was sheer bad luck - the lights of the range rover dazzled my mum and her friend on an uphill stretch, she moved to the left to stay safe, and hit a pothole or ditch which flung her back into the path of the car. A few inches further to the right and.. well I don't want to think about it.
She was back on her feet in a couple of days, and had the stitches removed yesterday. The bike, incredibly, is totally fine, and she plans to get back on it once she's healed up. I'm so proud of her - after an accident like that I'm not sure I'd be able to get back on a bike.
shit - send her our best wishes mate