Originally Posted by
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My wife and I met a guy at a small town convenience store yesterday on our ride. He was changing a flat tire on his truck and we struck up a conversation. Turns out, he had driven 60 miles to do a gravel race course up our way. We had a common acquaintance, so when we got home, my wife told our acquaintance friend that we had met this guy, blah, blah, blah.
Our friend said the guy had gone out on his bike later that afternoon and got hit by a truck and was life-flighted to a trauma center in Springfield, IL. Multiple broken bones.
Be careful out there.