She applied what she knew; he lived
On a weeknight last October, 15-year-old Sydney Book and her mother, Wendy Book, were driving back from a Hastings volleyball game to their home in Red Wing.
As they traveled with a pack of vehicles on Highway 316, a white car pulled out into the opposite lane and speed up to pass them. Just then, the single headlight of a motorcycle crested the hill ahead.
“I said to Sydney, ‘Oh my God, he’s going to hit him,” Wendy Book said, recalling the events that transpired.