This was my first bonafide night ride. Definitely different, definitely. For one thing, one’s sense of speed is altered. I felt like I was flying, but my lap times weren’t that great. I guess because you can’t take in all your surroundings as you have to focus on the lit space in front of you, everything else seems to be flying past you.
I met three lights on the trail — now they were flying. I say lights because that’s all I could see. When I first came up on them, I thought it was a truck coming at me. Hopefully, this was the first of many. Incidentally, the Thomas-Built Bus boys will supposedly be out on Thursday evenings at 6:30 to train for CX.
Kit says, “Ride, Ramblers.”