I'm back from my inaugural scooter group ride. How was it, you ask? It was nice, then fun, then awesome, then horrible, then "God, please just let me get home okay," then "Thank you, God, for answered prayers."
Fred and Jaime and I met at 7 this morning to ride up to Austin. It was a nice ride on backroads. Some curves, nice speed. The weather was great. There had been rain predicted, but we didn't have any.
We got to Austin and met up with the scooter group for breakfast. They were a pretty cool lot. The leader, Pursuit, arrived about a half-hour late, and then proceeded to confirm my suspicion that he is an arrogant ass. He's not rude really, just arrogant and a little ignorant.
Anyway, we went on the ride which was from the restaurant up to the top of Mt. Bonnell. The views were just beautiful. Parts of the ride reminded me of Lakewood near my old apartment. The ride itself was a tough one. There were many sharp curves and steep hills. Pursuit was on a 50cc scooter, but it can really cook and he had us at a speedy pace.
We stopped at the top of Mt. Bonnell for a few minutes, then went for the second half of the ride and that's when it went bad. Thank God I didn't see it happen. I rounded a curve and saw that the people in front of me were stopping and dismounting. I saw one of our riders on the ground. It was so awful. Thankfully the guy wasn't completely messed up since he wasn't wearing any protective gear at all, but either his leg or ankle was clearly broken. I didn't get too close; I couldn't stand it.
Several people went to his aid and one guy was like a machine, taking charge and doing all the right stuff. The ambulance came and worked on hurt guy for a while. Pursuit had gone to help guide the ambulance to where we were and ended up near me kind of hanging back from the action. I looked over after a few minutes and he was bawling! So much for all that bravado at the restaurant. I went over and hugged him and we all tried to comfort him. He was feeling guilty for going so fast and feeling bad for his friend being hurt. I felt sorry for him. He's still kind of an ass, but I hope he's able to get over this. It was just an accident after all.
Fred and Jaime and I waited until hurt guy was stable in the ambulance and the police cleared the scene, then we headed home. I was so shaken up. I had calmed down quite a bit while we waited, but I was still nervous getting back on the scooter. Of course, I almost wiped out heading back up the hill. I went off the road onto the grassy shoulder, but I was able to stop before I hit the guardrail. Jaime told me to be calm, take a deep breath, and then I was ready to go. It was a shaky ride back. I kept thinking about hurt guy and how it must have looked when he went down. Again, I'm so glad I didn't actually see it. I'm sure I would have gone down, too.
We got back to San Marcos safely. That's where the thanks for answered prayers come in. Now I'm on the couch and I don't think I'm going to get up for a very long while. I really should go to church since I didn't go yesterday and since I have so very much to be thankful for. I just don't have it in me, and I hope that God will understand that. I'm sure He will. He knows my heart.