We were now descending again, this time on Altamont. Approaching one corner, I saw a warning sign aimed specifically at bicycles, which I am not used to seeing.
I couldn't find a real picture of it but it kind of looked like this, with some text warning too.
I heeded the signs and slowed my speed. As I came around a left corner, a scene of horror greeted my eyes. Ron was lying underneath a guardrail, up against one of the posts, completely still. His bike was in the middle of the road, a bit downhill from him. Andrea had stopped about a block further down the hill, and was just getting off her bike and running up.
