While we were cooling down at the Tombstone Brewery our group had something odd unfold in front of us. An older gentleman with his son and grandson came out of the front door and headed to their car. The old guy took a mis-step off of the elevated deck and lost his balance, falling backwards - hard onto the gravel parking lot. We rushed over to hear him swearing and moaning in pain, grabbing at his hip. We kept him down and shoved a jacket under his head, asking him to stay down and lay still. After about 10 minutes he thought he could get up and make it to the car, all the while declining medical assistance. So we gently sat him up, bear hugged him and lifted him back to his unstable feet. As the three strangers drove away, our group all discussed our elderly parents both alive and deceased, along with their specific battles with age, health, balance and life. Of course we then promised each other to continue riding and exploring together until we couldn't any more. As we mulled over the short trip we all are blessed with on this earth, the bartender came out and told us there was a Thank You note, and a few dollars waiting for us at the bar. Unexpected thanks from a stranger, and a moment to contemplate this short life - while riding the hell out of our bikes.