We got home with no problems about noon on Sunday. It was a cold morning, about 24 degrees. The 911 fires right up, and the rear window defogger sure works. The heater got the car toasty in short order.
I blurred the faces of the three guys since I don't have permission to post their photos. This is the accident scene. I watched as the guy on the three wheeler rolled the trike over on him. We all stopped and ran over there to lift the bike up off of him and to turn it off. We did not want to pull him much at all but he managed to get out from under the bike far enough to lay down. We had to hold the bike up like human tripods to keep it off of him. When the cops arrived they helped block traffic and we helped load the guy in the ambulance. He felt sure he had a few broken ribs.
After he was out of the way, we rolled the bike upright against the hill, and rolled it down to a flatter area to be stable. The cops said they would wait until a tow truck got there to haul it away.
The driver was a 73 year old man from Ohio that came to Arkansas and wanted to drive the curvy roads. As we pulled up behind him I was mentally cussing because he was going really slow, or he was for a car.
He came to a curve, and went clear across the road, fortunately no oncoming traffic. He went off the road, and into the ditch. He was riding along the ditch and up the embankment and it rolled over on him. Six feet further was a concrete culvert. He landed on a lot of leaves. He said his wife used to ride with him, but she said she was too old to do that anymore. He also said she will kill him when he gets home.