it's not nice to laugh at another's misfortune

Over the weekend my Part Time and I took one of our touring trips around Alberta.  So far this summer we have gone southwest toward Longview, over through Eden Valley and then north to Cochrane.  What a gorgeous drive.  We bumped in to a couple that was from Providence, Rhode Island and the first question that the lady asked us was if we had seen any elk or bear.  Not quite the season for them to be out and about, but even if I had seen any, I would definitely have left them alone.  Another trip we took was east over to Drumheller and a tour through dinosaur country.  We stopped at the Royal Tyrrell Museum for a tour through their facility which was pretty interesting and also stopped to tour an abandoned coal mine.  The conditions that the men worked in were pretty bad, but I guess you take what you can get when there's a depression on. 
This weekend we decided to go west and then north to see if there was some wildlife about and to check out the fall colors on the trees.  Ya right.  I had told Part Time that if the leaves were falling in the city, they were definitely gone in the mountains.  Of course, I was right (again).  The leaves were all down and any wildlife that may have been around must have heard that we were coming and got camera-shy.  Oh well, it was a nice day for a drive.  We had gone west to Lake Louise and after 2 cups of tea before I left home and a coffee with breakfast, it was time for a rest break.  We had pulled off the highway into Louise and then turned right toward the entrance of a gas station.  As we were going to turn right in to the station there was an older gentleman on a Harley going to turn left to get back on the road.  This guy was only going about walking speed and looked horribly wobbly and when he looked up and saw us coming he all of a sudden kinda got it together and hit the throttle.  Well hell.  He almost hit the front of the truck, went flying across the road, legs flying out the back, and right into the ditch.  I asked PT if we should go see if he was ok and he said absolutely, slammed the truck in park, hit the hazards and jumped out.  I figgered that it was probably best if the truck wasn't left in the middle of the road and got out to move it.  There was a guy in his 20s that had seen what happened and he went over to help.  I couldn't see anything other than the bike and thought that maybe the old guy had launched himself into a tree and was getting ready to call emergency services when I saw PT and the young guy lifting the bike up.  Turns out the PT had thought the same thing as I did until he heard a little voice saying 'Hurry please'.  The guy was under his bike and couldn't lift it off himself!  His leg was pinned under it at the ankle and he's pretty lucky that somebody saw him go over the edge.  After he was set free, he was rattled enough that he didn't even want to get back on and PT told him that he didn't want the girlfriend to come over and advise him about getting back on when you get bucked off, even if you are riding way too much horse for your ability.  My question is how the hell did you make it all the way out to Lake Louise from Manitoba in one piece, and how the hell are you  going to make it to Vancouver?!?!
Not nice, I know, but we giggled all the way from Lake Louise around a loop that included Rocky Mountain House, and then back to the city.