Thursday, June 27, 2019

Poem-Close Call Bike Accident

This morning on First Ave and 12th St a bike rider went down.
On his own. I walked over as he pulled his bike to an island and leaned against a tree.                                                                            A road worker came over..The rider said he hit a pot hole. "Wasn't paying attention."                                                                             The road worker pointed out that he hadn't been riding in the bike lane.                                                                                               That area is smooth. Prepared to accommodate cycling.
Biker nodded his head. Holding his right thumb. Gathering himself.
Smart to be wearing a helmet.

Fortunate that a car hadn't been close enough to hit the downed cyclist.

Something to think about.

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