Walking along a suburban road this morning, coming up to an intersection, I see, first, a cycle on that road crossing the intersection (i.e. perpendicular to me), and second, a car on that road turning onto mine. The car actually overtakes the cyclist and takes the turn ahead of him. Doing so, it grazes the cycle, nearly knocking him over. The man recovers his balance, then stands there, looking at his hand and shaking it in some pain.
Turn made, the car speeds towards me. As it approaches, I see that it is a father dropping his young son to the nearby school. When he is alongside, he seems to realize -- perhaps my gesticulating has something to do with it -- that something has happened. So he slows and turns to look. I yell, at least you can stop and see if he's OK! It's futile, because he has his windows up. He turns back, speeds up and is gone towards the school. As he vanishes, I memorize the registration number.
In a few seconds, I've reached the cyclist, with another guy. Cyclist tells us he's all right. Now shaking his head, he says, the man didn't even stop. He hit me, and he didn't even stop.
MH 43 A 7065, black Tata Indigo. I hope your son didn't learn a lesson this morning.