On our 6:30 ride this morning, we encountered a downed cyclist. Three people were around him, he was out, and his bike was lying on top of him. Based on the dried blood, he had clearly been there a while. For a second, I thought he was dead.

We untangled the bike and he came to. We sat next to him and after a little chatting, he was able to remember his name. At that point, our work was done, emergency personnel showed up, and we continued on. Rough way to start the 4th.