Who Dat?

You remember Vilas, right?  Well yesterday she had quite a mishap on her bike.  She and my Dad went with their neighborhood biker gang to a trail about an hour away.  Mom and Dad got to show off their new bike rack.  They have been training for quite some time by riding 10-15 miles a day to breakfast and back.  I went with them once and thought I was going to die.  If there were taxis in The Villages I would have called one for the ride home.  So, they are on this trail and another biker miscalculated her passing zone and clipped Mom's tire.  She flew off the bike onto the trail and couldn't move!  An ambulance was called (also a fire truck for some unknown reason.)  Mom still couldn't speak or move or see properly.  Until she heard the EMT describing an "elderly woman" with injuries.  That made her sit up and look around for the elderly lady in question.  When she realized that she was the elderly lady she was not happy.  Because her blood pressure was dangerously low they took her to the hospital where they proceeded to call her Margaret.  Which sort of sounds like Vilas but not really.  Margaret, the elderly woman, was released from the hospital with scrapes, bumps, bruises and a broken horn on her bike.