06:23 am - Night Rider
Lexington and Arlington have both swept the leaves from the Minuteman bike path. I had been keeping my speed down through the groundcover to take care for hidden potholes or branches. But now, unburdened by obstructions of both the inanimate and rollerblader variety I'm screaming home. Windchill is fun!
The strangest part is the moths. My cone of light reflects off fluttering clouds of pale insects. It's like driving through a living snowstorm with high beams on. So far, none have hit me in the face so I'm just enjoying the freaky view.
(I suffered my first flat last week since getting the new bike. That's about a year without a tire replacement - not bad given how much I'm riding.)