Like many of you, several of my friends are huge bike nuts. They have all these tracking devices for speeds and heart rates and what-not. The dudes are so into their performance, most of them don't even notice their surroundings as the ride. For them, it's all about how far, how fast.
Tonight, I'm standing on an old railroad trestle staring down into utter darkness. The bicycle trail I am riding on crosses over many rivers and creeks. Bellow me now is a small river. I hear it flowing.
Crystal clear out here tonight, the bright light of the half-moon, shining brilliantly high in the sky, illuminated the trail ahead of me as I rode. It's dark, but for the moon. I ride in isolation, currently engulfed in the forest, lying between two small Ohio towns. Owls hooting, on occasion, can be heard up above; the softest, most delicate little splashes are heard below.
It's chilly tonight. However, I am dressed for it: hat, gloves, booties covering my shoes, leggings above them and several warm layers covering my torso. I am feeling energized by the onset of winter. I look forward to the months ahead.
Bike riding in winter weather is awesome! Snapping cold on skin, body nice and toasty, it just doesn't get any better.