A story from the US shows how quickly a day out with some friends on a
ride can turn ugly in an instant. I have only included part of the story
but have put the link below. When I read this story it immediately
generated a vivid mental picture as I could easily visualise the
situation:
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The group was a good, strong group of eight and every body was excited
for the first long spring ride. We quickly lined up on the road: Paul
was first and I was on his wheel. After setting good pace, Paul went to
the back and I started pulling the group. I thought that I should keep
pulling for a while as the road was narrow with busy traffic.
Then all of a sudden, I was passed by a construction truck with trailer
full supplies for concrete framing. The truck immediately went to the
right and stopped. The Driver jumped from the truck and yelled something
about the accident that took place behind me, I immediately turned
around; from this moment on it was absolute nightmare and I'm still in
shock as I write this message.
None of you need to imagine it. Bill was on the road, still clipped in
to his bike, hands on the bars, helmet on the side, blood from his head
and he was DEAD. My good friend had died instantly.
Paul Moote witnessed this tragedy, as he was on Bill's back wheel, in
the strong cross wind, with heavy construction debris; Bill rubbed the
rider's wheel in front of him and crashed to the pavement, as the Dodge
pickup and trailer passed by, unknowingly crushing Bill.
In a tenth of a second, the world lost a great person, dad, racer and
mentor. The road was narrow, there was a strong crosswind and
construction debris littered what small shoulder was available, so many
obstacles could have kept this tragedy from ever happening. The truck
was traveling too close to the riders and should have yielded a few feet
which could have saved Bill's life.
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