Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Pay It Forward

I rode the bike to work this morning and then left the office at 4 to ride to Annapolis for the Wednesday Night Sailboat Races.  I've never done that before, but wanted to try it to see how tight the schedule would be.  Sailing will continue every Wednesday until Labor Day. I'd prefer it no longer represent a reason not to ride to work on Wednesdays.  I need to leave the office right at 4 to make it work but it's manageable.  It helps that it's a net descent from the office to the waterfront in Annapolis.

On my way to Annapolis about a half mile south of the Ranger Station on the B&A trail I could see a crowd ahead and as I approached I could see a cyclist sitting on the pavement who was clearly the center of attention.  I slowed to ask if they needed help and didn't receive a firm "no thank you" or "we're fine", so I stopped.  The rider was wiping blood from several scrapes and seemed a little dazed.  The others gathered described him swerving to avoid a turkey vulture or other large bird.  It looked to me like the swerve caused his front wheel to drop of the pavement, probably with some speed on.  There were a lot of gawkers but little was being done to help the poor fellow.

He had several scrapes, the worst on his left elbow.  I didn't see any scrapes on his helmet, and he indicated he did not hit his head.  I asked him to look me in the eye, follow my finger and give me his name and the date. I'm not en EMT, Paramedic or Doctor and these tests are certainly not conclusive but by now he seemed quite alert. No odd dilation nor any evidence he was still disoriented.  I broke out my kit bag and asked the lady standing next to me to treat the cut on his elbow with antibiotic and a bandage.   I encouraged  the rider to see a doctor when he got home in case he had  bumped his head, I was still a little concerned that he initially seemed dazed though he quickly snapped out of it.

I turned my attention to his bike.  He had  flat front tire. He was not carrying a spare tube and the one I had was too big for his skinny tires.  We found two small tears in the tube and patched it with the stick on patches I was carrying.  Re - mounted and inflated the tire. It seemed to be holding.  We shook hands and wished each other a good day. He promised to have his wife check him over and implied she is a medical professional of some sort.  He then resumed his trip north.  I continued south and still made it to Annapolis in time to catch the boat despite the ten minute stop.

Sometimes it feels really good just to help someone who needs a hand.

1 comment:

  1. It's good to see people stopping to help others out. I've had it many times, though not needed help, and also helped a few others.

    It's surprising how you get people rubbernecking. It provides no help at all. It can often confuse the situation.