Rider UP

Last weekend, as I waited from my training partner Artie on the bridge, I met a sweet, elegant lady. Her name is Susan. She came over to speak with me and the other cyclists there. I could see that she was walking with just a hint of trepidation.

She said, “Can I tell you something?” “Of course.” We replied. “Eight months ago, I was walking by this riverbed opening. A bicyclist came out of here so fast, he knocked me down. He knocked me unconscious. A woman found me and called 911. When I came to…I couldn’t remember the name of my children or grandchildren. I’ve lived here for 15 years (just 100 yards from the opening to the riverbed bike path). It’s taken me 8 months to recover, and I still have a ways to go. It’s hard to recover from brain injuries. Please watch out for us walkers when you exit this path.” She told us this slowly without any bitterness or attitude. Just a calm, thoughtful warning. So I’m passing it on.