>Far too often we read about a tragic accident involving a person on a bike and a person in a car or truck. Typically, and unfortunately, when we do hear about these encounters, the end game is that someone usually dies.
And it’s happened again, but this time it happened so very close to home.
This past Wednesday afternoon was beautiful here in northeast Florida. In fact, perfect in almost every way. The sun was out. There was very little breeze. The temperature was in the low 80’s. It was a great day for a bike ride. Or so thought Bryan Wringley.
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Around 4pm, Bryan was on a ride in rural Saint Johns, FL. He was hit and killed by someone who left the scene of the accident. Bryan was a 23 year old student from South Carolina attending the University of St Augustine.
This was such a senseless crime. And while I didn’t know Brian, this was a senseless loss of life.
Bringing this closer to home is the fact that the road upon which Bryan died is one I have cycled on numerous times myself. When I was training for Ironman Florida in 2009, I incorporated the very stretch of road where he died into my long rides. The road is typically not heavily traveled, but there’s no real shoulder to speak of. Regardless, I felt safe on that road.
I know one accident shouldn’t scare me. The odds are probably better that I’d get hit by lightning than get run over by a car or truck. Nevertheless, it gives me pause. Will I be safe on that road? What about other roads in the area?
Rest in peace, Bryan. I hope all the roads in heaven are paved with bike lanes.