Our eyes were affixed to the mobile phone trying to determine which direction to go to find the streets we drove through last evening. Kevin had sourced us some bikes and we had taken off on them for a blat, the first since we disembarked Fatty 29 (our tandem!).
Just like the good old times, bum on bike seat, rotating knees, firm grip of handle bars, head scanning the ground infront for smooth terra firma, and no weight being towed. Or in Claire’s case, being pushed! Everything was going well until we heard the screech and clunk to look up and see another cyclist in a heap on the road having been knocked off by the car now stationary.
We scrambled. Lifting the bike off the chap groaning underneath was the easy part. Shouting my name and so he was conscious of who I was, it was a flood of A-B-C first aid administration simultaneiously as Claire directed traffic that had slowed to gawk and the driver calling the ambulance.
Once calmed down, the externals were grazes with some claret. His breathing became more regular and every effort was made to try to have him remain lying down to no avail. He got up and rubbed his leg to limp over to his bike now with a buckled front wheel and pleading with the fella to wait for the ambulance went on deaf ears.
He just wobbled up the street litterally, pushing his bike that also had a wobble! Huh … and the driver was dumb founded!
A Police car showed up and we pointed in the direction of the cyclist so off they went in pursuit; then the ambulance and the same thing; and then two more Police cars to question us. Because we didn’t actually see the accident, no statement was taken.
The cop pointed us in the direction we were googling for earlier, we got back on the bikes and pedalled off.
Old photographs along the Ocean Avenue boardwalk intermingled with modern day art. Being a week day, the crowds were sparse and no one was roller blading the boardwalk in stubbie shorts with top off jiggling to the music being played in big ear phone ear muffs! I’ve watched too many movies!!
A lovely time from a bike seat, where city meets the sand and the future has been crafted from the past. It was cool.
Police escort and all.