Saturday I was riding
"the seven climbs of death." From my house it is 70 miles, 6000 feet of climbing. I got to the foot of the main climb in time to get home before dark if I abandoned. I reasoned that I had my lights, and it would tempting fate to abandon a ride known as the 7 climbs of death. So I ended up climbing the last mountain in the dark. It really wasn't that bad. I also did over an hour of my February 200k in the dark. That was a little more exciting, unknown busy roads.