On April 4, I was riding my Giant mountain bike north on U.S. 33 between Plymouth Ave. and Monroe St. when I notice that about 150 feet ahead of me, a cyclist had fallen beside the road. When I reached her, she was kneeling on the ground and holding up two hands with numerous cuts on both of them from her fall. She was riding a one-speed bike with a large basket on the handlebars. I stopped and asked her what happened. She said that she'd hit the curb that separated the business there from the road. I wondered if the basket had prevented her from seeing that she was riding too close to the right side of the shoulder where the curb suddenly appears.
Fortunately, she
didn't break anything in her fall. I helped her get up, and looking at
her bleeding hands, I told her that unfortunately I didn't have a first
aide kit with me on this bike. As soon as I said it, I decided that I
should at least look in my seat bag in case I'd put something in there
that might help. What I found were two old packets of Wet Ones that I'd
put in my tire repair kit to clean my hands after changing a tire. I
ripped one packet open and found the little square of paper inside
completely dry. It only took a moment for me to realize that, of course,
I could wet them to something like their original function with water
from my water bottle. So that's what I did, and she cleaned her hands
rather well, with the exception of one deeper cut on her left index
finger that refused to stop bleeding. At least, she was able to clean
most of the gravel out of her cuts and ride off.
My lessons for the day: