The MS bike group decided to ride the levee, meeting at the Fly behind the zoo and headed out to Kenner. I decided to just ride from home to get some extra miles and so I was a little behind the group for most of the ride. I was marveling at the difference of riding along the muddy Mississippi and turning the corner where the Gemini parties used to be out in the houses/camps on the river on the other side of the levee where it bends. It was a beautiful day and I was pedaling off some of the agitation that had me up last night at 2AM writing to my sweetie, and tossing and turned, until out of the blue she phoned. Hearing her voice quelled the anxiety, and I drifted back into a nice sleep and dreamed about peaceful images. I turned around to catch up with the group who had mostly passed me and as I did so, I saw an accident happen – two women walking, a recumbent biker going too fast, a levee board truck driving and blocking the biker that ended up hitting the woman all colliding. The recumbent biker took off and the truck took off after him – meanwhile one of the women lay faced down in a pool of blood and I worked to get her lying on the slope and cleaning her up and telling her what had happened because she had lost consciousness. These bike trails are not for racing – they just aren’t. That woman will need stitches and god knows what else – and the asshole who just kept on going – I spit on you. Blech. When the paramedics finally arrived, I lingered a little longer, washing her cuts, and feeding her water then told her I was going to go since she was in good hands – she said “you’re an angel” – and I rode fast to catch up with the girls – being a little more careful as I maneuvered around groups.