Mine happened about 4.5 years ago.
I was on a nice Sunday ride with a friend, coming back down through a residential area after a some climbing. We took a turn a block too early, which was fine (the road was in theory no less bike friendly) other than the fact that I wouldn't have been on that exact road for what happened next.
We were coming down a slight hill on a quiet, residential street. There was a row of parked cars to my right. An oncoming car started turning left across me to go into an alley. He just barely clipped my friend's back wheel, who was ahead of me. The street wasn't particularly wide, so I had nowhere to go. We hit head on, but luckily he slammed on his brakes right after he clipped my friend so his momentum had slowed. I couldn't do the same, because I would have hit the ground and went under the car which would have been much worse.
I was lucky. We hit at a bit of an angle. My left leg was up in the crank, so it hit the fleshy part of my calf first rather than my knee, which would have been bad news. I did a barrel roll up the car which was also lucky, since I escaped any major injury when I shattered the windshield on my way up. I ended up sitting on the roof of the car, legs hanging over the driver's side window. I dismounted and walked around to make sure everything was working properly. My first thought was "I expected that to do more damage" and my first words to my friend were "Well, I knew it would happen someday." The EMTs showed up within a minute or two. They suggested I take an ambulance ride and stay overnight in the hospital to be monitored. I refused (and had to sign a waiver stating I refused) with the reasoning that such a thing was for dying people and I wasn't dying.
The driver was given full blame for the accident by the police. He was a 16 year old kid who had just got his license with his mom in the passenger seat . He kept on yelling "I just fucking hit somebody" when it happened. He told me how much his adrenaline was still pumping 30 minutes after the accident. Oh really? He also admitted that "I was going to turn right, but my mom said to turn left and I just did it without looking." His insurance paid for my bike (which was ripped in half), medical bills, new helmet and gear that got ripped up, and a little bit extra for my troubles.
That's my most eventful story of not dying on my bike, but there are plenty other rides where I did not die. I was riding to work again in my downtown metro area within a couple weeks. Bike got replaced with a new one. I still hit the road plenty, but I spend more time on gravel and off-road trails now. It's more peaceful there anyway.