And then he crashed. I've replayed the accident a thousand times in my head, recalling that I managed an interior "no, no, no" as I saw the thing unfold, followed by a brief entreaty to "look up, look into the corner!" I wasn't following closely, so it was no trouble to stop. As I got to him, I could see he was in pain. But he was breathing, his eyes were open, and he was responsive. His fall was a little freakish in that he managed to break several ribs without hitting anything but the pavement. He'll recover just fine, albeit with a story. "You remember that Christmas when I had those broken ribs?"