I got back a bit ago from my ride. I'm trying to banish my inner wuss, she who quails at riding in the dark, in bad weather, and so on, so I set out just before 9 PM for an 11-mile ride on my usual trail through the woods and around the lake. I had the lake to myself; I saw only 5 other people, two cyclists (one with no lights whatsoever) and three runners, on the trail.

Bunnies on the trail are to night-riding what squirrels are to daytime driving: pea-brained and harboring a death-wish.