I'm convinced the Holly St bike lanes were designed by someone who hates cyclists

In this topsy-turvy world I've realized and somewhat accepted that there are many unpleasant ways to be forcefully unsubscribed from life: natural disasters, plague, nuclear war, etc. But I draw the line at being taken out by a Yaris. There's no way they could have seen me, and so I'm sure they didn't think signaling was necessary, but damn. Some kid in a freaking Yaris is not how I want to leave this world.

Do we just starting biking in the road with the cars? I've had so many close calls at this point it just feels safer.