52.7- Another DRAMA filled morning on wheels. Bob and I planned on riding out around Sandhollow via the half ironman direction. We were just rolling a long not too hard for the most part. Hit the big hill up out of Sandhollow and I dropped Bob by around 30 seconds and waited for him at the top. Then we started the small decent. A jackrabbit came darting across the road from my right to left. I hit the breaks and Bob closed a gap between us. I thought that was it- but a half second later the rabbit darted back across this time from left to right and I locked up the breaks while hitting the rabbit. I was going down to my right side then Bob hit me in the rear wheel and stood my bike back up but he actually went down... hard. I road it out and turned around to find him in a pool of sweat and blood. After it was all said and done he didn't break anything but his body was covered in bad road rash. Plus his 2 month old bike took a pretty hard beating. Totally sucked. He hit the breaks so hard that it ripped a hole in the tire and popped his tube. So we couldn't even fix it for him to ride home. I finally got him up and walking then I started back home. He called his wife and she came out to bring him in. Just a bad accident. Really nothing either one of us could have done to prevent it. The road had almost no traffic and we weren't really going that fast. The one bad factor in both these bike wrecks in the last 4 days is the dark. In the day you'd have been able to see both the rabbit or the barrel in time to prevent accident. But... we don't have time to ride during the light, and it's too hot. So what do ya do? 8 mile run after Mik'L went out for her run. My mind was racing through the mornings events and on some levels I was kind of emotional. Not like crying but just mad, sad for Bob, questioning things, and overall amped about things.
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