I'll start the thread...
Beautiful weather and light this morning in this part of the world. Fall is under way and the trees had gorgeous colors. I went for a 2 hour ride and got a little more than I bargained for.
On the way back, I was behind another female cyclist at a 4-way intersection. We were 3rd in the "queue". When it is our turn, we start through the intersection, except I see a black SUV rolling through the stop sign (not the driver's turn) and I think the driver wants to go through the intersection before the cyclists... I hit the brakes and see that the other cyclist is about to be hit by the SUV. Someone is screaming "stop!". I think of screaming but glance back at the cabin and the windows are closed... look back at the cyclist and, despite her attempt to open wide left, she is going down. She falls and rolls away somehow... I hear an "Oh, my god". I now see the driver's face, as she covers it in horror.
Anyway, the cyclist's companion was right behind me. We went to the fallen cyclist as the driver gets off the car and is apologizing ("I did not see you"). I call 911 for an ambulance. The cyclist eventually sits up on her own and is talking to her friend, but bleeding from the back of the head -- the helmet retention system made a cut, apparently. Patrol cars come, a fire truck and the ambulance appear. The cyclist was ok, but shaken. The driver melted down ("I have kids"), the cyclist melted down. My knees were shaking. After talking to the police, I rode home. Yikes.
Here are a couple of pictures:
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. Consequently I spent most of the ride feeling cool and then too hot, and I was not wearing the kind of layers that were easy to shed. This necessitated a couple of stops where I shed my heavy skull cap for a thinner one, and then eventually took it off. Took my wool glove liners off, and finally took the sleeves off of my Gore winter jacket. That did it, but I was not feeling it for most of the ride. Legs were heavy and by the time we parted I realized I was bonking, despite a good breakfast. Got home, ate a bar, had coffee, and then I showered and ate lunch. We congratulated ourselves on riding on the coldest morning since last spring.
