Night Riding

We hit the time change a couple of weeks ago. That meant that bike rides after work are now being done in the dark. There is something refreshing about strapping the light to the top of your helmet and heading into the woods on two wheels by yourself. It cleanses the soul when you come around a corner and hear the rustling leaves beside you. Since you're riding a trail, you can't look off to see what it was. Was it a rabbit or other critter? Was it a coyote or fox? Was it a person? Oh the mind loves to speculate.

I had the good fortune of riding with several fellas tonight. We showed up at The Horseshoe trail system on Lake Grapevine. Six of us ready to roll for what will be a regular Wednesday night event for the next few months. Batteries charged and lights ready, we gathered in the parking lot waiting on the last person to be ready. I reached up to click the light on. The bulb goes out. I'm screwed. Fortunately, for me, the local bike shop that I support is just around the corner and still open. I load the bike back up and head to Mad Duck Adventure Sports to see if something can be done. They fix me up with a loaner lamp so I can get in on the ride. I scream back into the woods, alone, in search of others. I caught up and had a load of fun. Now to get that stupid bulb replaced.