
While it's been a few years since I donned the mountain bike patroller jersey, you can take the jersey away from the patroller but can't take the lessons learned on the process. Case in point Saturday evening as I was pedaling home on the bike path from a local establishment. About 100 yards in front of me past a few elderly ladies I see what I thought was a bicyclist go down as all I saw was aluminum in the air. Upon closer inspection, it was a 70-something man on his walker; off his walker. The two ladies and I got him up and besides a nice skin scrape on his forearm, he seemed okay but guessing he was going to be in some pain the following morning as falling on a paved path hurts, no matter how young/old you are.
We managed to get a hold of his sister who lived down the road and came to pick him up. While waiting, I asked the man where he was coming from and he replied Elberta, about two miles away from where we found him. His walker was one of those that had a seat. My mom had one of those and they are made for individuals that need a rest every 10 yards or so. With that, I was shocked that this frail man had made it this far. Upon further inquiry, he revealed that he and his wife had a fight, "I told her I was leaving," he said. You made it this far in life with your wife, why fight now but have seen fighting couples who seem to live for the fight so enjoy the bliss.
Trail Head