Sunday morning at 7:45, I had just finished a very good ride on a 16-mile circuit I routinely ride for a sprint workout. I had just completed the ride at an average pace of 18.7 mph, which is quite good for me – second fastest of the year, in fact.
On the same day at the same time, 400 miles to the north in my hometown of Rochester, NY, Heather Boyum was also riding her bike. Her ride ended in a decidedly different manner than mine. Heather Boyum was killed at 7:45 while pedalling her bike on the shoulder of the road and doing nothing wrong whatsoever.
Boyum was reportedly hit by a motorcycle, whose rider was cited for 2nd degree manslaughter. The motorcyclist was (again, reportedly) doing stunts around a car driven by his girlfriend as both drove down the road. Witnesses said the motorcycle was being ridden in a reckless manner and was doing “wheelies.” After being hit by the motorcycle, Heather Boyum was thrown into the road, where she was run over by the car being driven by the motorcyclist’s girlfriend. The girlfriend reportedly left the scene and was later arrested by police and arrested for DUI. She may face other charges.
You can read more about the accident here.
So there you have it – two bicycle rides by 40-somethings at nearly the exact same time separated by 400 miles. One ends in fine form; the other ends in tragedy. If there is a lesson here, it is lost on me. I know there are many ways to meet your untimely end and riding a bicycle is not statistically significantly dangerous. I guess the lesson is to enjoy your time, because it is impossible to say when your time may be up. You can be doing everything correctly and be taken out by an idiot trying to impress his drunken girlfriend. Such is life. And death.
Sorry for the bummer. Perhaps I should watch a few “feel good stories” on the Olympics and regain my usual effervescent demeanor…