Ron and his machine

A group of Little Rock Hash House Harriers, including Rock, drank beer in the corridor of an abandoned split-level shopping mall in North Little Rock after a five-mile run.
There were more Hashers still out, and Rock walked to a rail that overlooked the lower level to watch them come in. He was interested to see how they reacted as they approached three nearly verticle rows of escalators. The steps were gone, so there was nothing but a smooth surface to negotiate. It was clear that runners and walkers would have to find a different way up, but Rock saw three Hashers approach the escalators on snowmobiles.
Two were on large, powerful machines. The other, Rock's longtime friend Ron Gimblet, rode an older, smaller model, and Rock could hear it sputter as Ron began his nearly 100-foot ascent. The first two snowmobiles easily made the summit, but Ron's failed near the top, and he and his machine were nearly instantly in a backward freefall. Rock was horrified to see Ron bounce on the tile below, come to rest, and lay motionless. He turned back toward the Hashers in the corridor and yelled, "Someone call 911! There's been a fall!"
He began to run toward the top of the escalators but stopped short. "It's Ron! Tell them to expect head and neck injuries!"