Speed Bump

I was walking Sparky about two blocks away from my house last night when a group of about seven talkative bicyclists passed by, followed by a pickup truck. They receded down the street, but then encountered trouble. Apparently one bicyclist hit the speed bump directly in front of my house and fell in front of the pickup truck, forcing it's driver to make an abrupt stop. The other bicyclists milled in circles as they tried to help.

Down the street, I chafed to help, but Sparky was lost somewhere in an inky flower bed and I had to wait. By the time we returned home, the bicyclists had pushed on.