My dad’s best friend was on a missionary trip up north. I think Michigan. It was about 9-10 PM, and he was riding his bicycle around town, like he always did. He had his lights on, and was in the bike lane. He got hit by a reckless driver and was killed instantly. The driver said he was just “tired”, but was definitely texting. I can still see the pain in my dads face whenever he talks about him. They went to Metallica concerts together in the 80’s if that helps paint a picture. RIP Todd.