I stopped and looked back up the hill. My view was obstructed by a curve but I could now hear his horn beeping.
OH SHIT! DID HE CRASH NOW?
I staggered up the hill to find him pushing the bike. I was releived to see him upright but am also aware that he's the guy who would be walking with a broken leg proclaiming "It's just a flesh wound."
"I've got a flat!"
Seriously? A flat tire? Now?
It was all down hill so I rolled on my bike and he pushed his. Note my bash plate affixed to Garth's tail bag. Thou shalt not litter in the forest!
THOU SHALT NOT RUN OVER SNAKES