So, 7 of us are barrelling down a nice hill we often ride. As is our tradition, the first one down stops at the bottom at a turn out and makes sure everyone gets down safely. Fred pulls over and we all pass by as he waves to us.
We don't see him again.
I get a call on my cell. It's Fred. Bad connection and a car goes by, but I think he says, "I lost my chain. It's not on my bike!"
We head back to where we last saw him, waving to us as we pass at 25 mph. He has apparently headed back up the hill looking for his chain. But lo, I see it in the road, not 100 ft from his original spot. We call him and he coasts back down to us.
Apparently, the Quik-link on his chain broke and the chain slipped out, quietly, just before he stopped. When we all passed him, he tried to pull in behind us, but without a chain, he found it difficult. We were going to fast to hear his frantic cries.
He was lucky the chain didn't get caught up in his wheel. It would have been ugly. ALL of us had extra Quik-links with us, and we were soon on our way. But we will not let Fred forget this. It was Karma because he made us pound up a bunch of hills today.