It almost didn’t happen. Last year on this date we got a snow storm. This year, a wicked pissah Nor’easter with heavy rain and snow mix throughout the day put the ride in jeopardy. Around 8 PM the storm had abated but the night was sultry. I got the Scott SUB 40, (speedy urban bike, 40) lit up for a night ride and headed to the town center.
The bike path was dark and deserted. A rabbit scooted across defying the odds of the two of us, the only two souls out, crossing paths. A mile out, and a mile back was the extent of the ride. Being out alone at night. witnessing the tail end of a storm heading out to sea, was priceless. I will tell people how nice, in spite of the stormy weather, the ride felt. Most, even many who ride bikes, will not understand. But there are those who will know this feeling.
A Midnight Rider 