He was a BIG Effin Dude. My estimate (it was a little dark) 6 foot 4 325 pounds. Not much muscle. He said I knocked the wind out of him. I helped him look for his glasses. Once found, he shrugged and went on. I figure since the crossing thing was questionable, it was best to rotate the cranks in the away direction quickly.

Superchivo:

I humbly bow at the altar of superior injury. Better you than me, but hey...
I'm pretty sore this morning, but nothing major that Flexoril can't handle. I'm banned from the bike for a week tho...