Reckless Ride on Geiger Grade Ends in Sorrow

The lively spirit of youth, ever so it can outrun misfortune, met a rude and final reckoning on the winding road of Geiger Grade. In their solemn way, authorities named the poor soul–a Reno man of but 25 tender years–Kyle Rodgers.

At about half-past six o’clock, with the sun hanging low over the Sierra and shadows stretching long across the land, troopers of the Nevada State Police were summoned to a scene of calamity near Rim Rock Road. Mr. Rodgers, mounted atop his iron steed, was tearing southward along Geiger Grade — a road not built for such galloping haste. ‘Tis a road that snakes and curves like an old river and demands a man mind his speed and prayers.

But young Rodgers, it seems, put too much trust in speed and too little in good sense. Being no more forgiving than fate, the motorcycle bucked him off when it could no longer hold to the crooked path. Man and machine skidded helplessly across the travel lanes before striking the guardrail meant to save others from such a fate.

When the dust settled, the echoes of the crash faded into the hills–Kyle Rodgers lay still. The troopers pronounced him dead at the scene, a verdict as grim as any handed down from judge or jury.

Thus, another chapter closes–a bright young life dashed to pieces on the hard stones of Geiger Grade, a reminder to all that while youth may ride fast, death rides harder.