I think tonight was the first time I ever called 911 →
[More:] Every Sunday night we do a pub crawl ride. Tonight, between the first and second stops, the group went down a pretty steep hill. Steep, as in not too difficult to hit speeds of 40 mph on a bicycle.
One of the guys who was (I think) riding with us for the first time was riding a mountain bike. He was about 50 feet in front of me when all of a sudden the bike started to swerve wildly. He stayed up for several seconds, desperately trying to regain control before he spilled off the bike.
He lay motionless, face down, for several seconds, maybe a minute, as the rest of the group stopped and set up a perimeter and started to attend to him. I was afraid he was dead. He started to moan and move a little, but was still pretty out of it.
Someone said to call 911 and I was just thinking the same thing and already had my phone out so I dialed.
The paramedics got there very, very quickly, like maybe 3 minutes. By then, the rider was up on his feet (we told him not to get up, but he did anyway). The paramedics assessed him and were pretty sure he had a broken collar bone, but he refused treatment. In the picture, he's the guy with the backwards baseball hat the paramedics are talking to. (Yeah, no helmet either.)
Some of the riders stayed behind with him while he waited for his mother, a nurse, came to pick him up.
He is gonna be sore tomorrow.