A quick tourniquet and off to the hospital.
Joe put on his leathers, but the zipper on his jacket was broken. The temperature that day was in the low 40s, and that was too cold to have wind blowing straight on his chest. He pulled off to the roadside, took off his jacket, turned it around and took off again. No more breeze!
Because he was feeling so warm and free, he didn't notice the wet patch at the turn. His bike skidded off the road, flipped as it hit the ditch, and threw him a good ten feet. Joe immediately went into a very deep sleep.
A passing motorist called 911. The first rescue crew to arrive, just by chance, was composed of three guys on their very first call. They got Joe into the ambulance and raced off to the hospital.
The ER people gave Joe a quick exam.
"He's dead," said the doctor. "His neck is broken."
"Yeah," said the leader of the crew. "We saw he had a real problem. We didn't miss it. But by the time we got his head turned around the right way, he'd stopped moving."
- oldman