toward the end of my ride today (fargen wind, argh!) i passed up some skater/stoner kids on bmx bikes near palm and south b. as i was heading up b, i heard a big crash behind me, and looked back, and saw one of the kids had crashed his bike in the middle of the street.
my personal code requires me to offer assistance to cyclists. these dudes weren't really cyclists (i think the one who fell was the one who was texting on his iphone while riding), and i didn't have any parts that could help repair his bike, so i had to think about whether my code applied. i figured it did, though i really don't remember much first aid. i circled around.
as i got closer he started getting up. i saw no blood, bike was in one piece, and he had a scrape on his forearm but nothing that broke the skin. i turned around again to leave, when a rousing cheer arose from the door of the dive bar across teh street (at 1:30). "yeah, walk it off!" the drunks shouted.
har har har.
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