Remember how s**t-scared I was of dark nights and unlit roads I was when I moved to the country? Turns out, there’s a whole new world of JOY to be had cycling in the dark…
Living my most Pocahontas life, and never really knowing what’s more than a few feet ahead of me on the road. Deer crossing perhaps, or a big ole muddy puddle?
Pretty much having the road to myself.
Cycling on a still night with a clear sky and stopping at the best vantage point, turning off the lights for a sec and just getting lost in the vastness of the stars. (Optional soundtrack for added epicness).
Even cycling on a rough night when it’s blowing a hooley; getting holed up in my waterproof outers and staying cosy in the heat created within them (read also: sweatbox), and watching the rain swirl and glitter as it catches the headlight.
Letting your imagination run away with you amidst the slender trunks of creaking bare trees and owls hooting hauntingly in the black ether. (Optional soundtrack for added creepiness).
Being able to talk to the guys at the bike shop about how many LUMENS I’ve got. No wait, that’s too wanky, cross that one out.
That feeling of fresh panic when the headlight signals ‘LOW BATTERY’ and you’re still miles from home. #exhilarating
Seeing the warm lights of home swim into view as you cruise into the yard like some triumphant highwayman; stable up the bicycle, step out of the wet and muddies and straight into the jammies with a hot cup of turmeric latte. Blissful.
7 December, 2019
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