So I was driving to meet some co-workers for lunch today and they are doing some roadwork near my house. There was this dude who was about a 30-35 years old fairly built black guy riding a bike along the side of the road. He was maybe 8 or 9 car lengths in front of me so I saw everything clearly. He veered off of the road (on his own, no traffic near him) and I am not sure if was trying to show off on purpose or not but what happened was pretty awesome.
There was a pile of dirt (in Florida, that means mostly sand) about 2 feet high right in front of him where he was turning off of the road. Now he might have been trying to show off or just have fun or he might not have seen it at all. He might have been trying to jump it or something because he was pedaling really fast. I don't know what was in his head. All I know is that he went straight into that pile of dirt and I watched his back tire come flying over his head and his face hit the dirt with such impact that his back legs flipped over his head. For a second I really thought that he could have seriously hurt himself. His back flew over the bike and for all I know he could have broken his spine. It was that fast and violent. I think it was lucky that the dirt here was so soft that saved him. If he had hit concrete or something hard, he might have really injured himself.
Now here is where I am big stinky pussy.
I turn in at the next street which gave me a view directly back down the sidewalk/dirt path to where he was. I was too far to get out and help and I tried to yell and ask if he was alright but it was too far. He was getting up and seemed to be dusting the dirt off of his face and chest, but he was going pretty slow. So being the pussy that I am I turned my car around and drove back to make sure that he was ok and offer to help him. By the time I got back there, he was just climbing onto his bike and riding again. I just yelled out the window "are you ok?" and he nodded and just kept right on riding. And he was riding at full speed again I might add.
When I turned back around to continue on to lunch (at the Cracker Barrel, natch) he had turned down a side street and was clearly alright so after a few more seconds it hit me that he was alright and it was OK to laugh. My guess is that he though he was going to jump this little pile of dirt or something but he didn't think about the fact that it wasn't dirt hardened into a ramp. It was a clump of sand! Riding full speed into a soft pile of sand is not a good idea! The sand is not going to support you and launch you into the air...it is giong to move away from you and force you to come to a quick stop! It's called fundamentals of physics and IT WAS FUCKING HILARIOUS! I wish I had someone been able to film it.
Yeah yeah, i know it was one of those "you had to be there" stories...but it was funny dammit. I was lolling.