The impact was sudden. No one saw it coming, yet everyone feared it someday would. One wrong lane, one shaken driver, and a circle of young cyclists whose lives will never feel quite the same again. In the quiet aftermath, a sharper question emerges: how long can we safely drive before age, pride, and gentle denial fina… Continues…
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