It is a sad day when a bicycler is run over, his bike crushed between the wheels and under the engine and the bicycler's body smashed into the windshield. The ambulance turned on the lights and siren and drove away, only to make the first u-turn North on highway 281. There is no hospital that way. Only the morgue.
Five o'clock in the afternoon, on a beautiful day.
His family got some bad phone calls that evening.