As a cyclist, I frequently learn something from my rides, and some events teach me several lessons. That was the case when I was riding my mountain bike on the shoulder of a busy two-lane highway in my hometown, Goshen, Indiana. As I scanned the road ahead, I noticed that a cyclist had fallen about 100 feet in front of me. As I got closer, I could see that she was a middle-aged woman dressed in work clothes. When I reached her, she was kneeling on the ground and holding up two hands with numerous cuts on them from her fall. Her one-speed bike with a large basket on the handlebars lay nearby.