Road Biking 1:33:00  22.2 km (4:11 / km)
Day four of our five-day spring classic. Today was a light spin, no hills day, to allow the four of us to recover a bit before tomorrow's capstone ride. Riding my Boxboro loop, modified for a Cisco start. One mile in, on the office park access road, the group passes the new pothole/sinkhole that has appeared over the winter in the middle of the road, just beyond a small rise. We've already passed and commented on this new hazard twice this week. Today, caught in conversation, nobody calls it out, and M, riding in the middle, goes down hard.
We get M and his bike to the curb, and assess the damage. Lots of superficial road rash, and a nasty avulsion on one hand. Someone has a first aid kit, and cleanup begins. M takes about a minute to catch his breath before he starts responding to us, but appears alert and generally OK. I realize the piece of asphalt I cleared off the road was actually a piece of dense helmet foam.
M can't remember the accident or what lead up to it. Understandable - I don't think any of us saw anything coming until it happened. I start asking the WFA level-of-consciousness questions, and get an irritated scowl back. Understandable - I'd be pretty pissed if I'd just crashed my bike and someone started asking if I knew where I was. M assures us he's OK to drive home. A few minutes later I ask what day it is, and get silence back. Somebody asks his address and he rattles it off instantly.
M is repeating the same three phrases every minute or so. Same exact phrasing, same intonation. It's like hearing a tape player on loop. This isn't just road rash. DB is back with M's car now, and we load him up and they are off to the ER for evaluation. That was 3 hours ago - no word back yet.
[Update: 5 broken ribs, transferred to another hospital for overnight eval.]
Be safe, everyone.