We pulled out of the Bicycle Village Parking lot at 9:40, a full ten minutes behind schedule. I had barely clipped in when I saw him lying face up on the curb. His arms were straight out, the cord from his sign was stuck in his mouth and his entire body convulsed. Trails of bloody spittle oozed from his mouth.
I don’t remember braking or unclipping. Apparently I said something like “OH MY GOD!” because my sister stopped to see what was the matter. She came running back and called 911 while I got the cord out of his mouth and rolled him onto his side.