The cyclist is my brother.
The story from the local paper.
He has a long recovery time ahead of him and we are still waiting to find out the extent of the injuries. He is an avid biker and not a careless biker, and he thought he could see that there was no traffic on the road. He made a mistake and will be paying dearly for it.
My parents happened to be driving that road and noticed a car off to the side. They drove on and saw an ambulance headed that way. Dad turned around and went back to there, where they were eventually told that yes, it was their son. They got to see him awake and talking, which helped, I think. They both seem on the verge of collapse, both emotionally and physically.
His wife arrives tomorrow.
It has been a long day.