It's pretty dark now when I leave the house at 5:05 a.m.; a bad time for my Cygolite's charger to die on me. Another is on the way. I'm using my spare headlight and my Blackburn Flea for now. It wasn't too bad with the moon out, then as I was cresting the ridge the sun was lighting up the eastern horizon behind the Cascade mountains. I don't know what got into me: for the first time I started standing up and sprinting up some of the hills. Then I remembered I still have to get home tonight. Oh well it will be good training, whether I get a Surley LHT or a Salsa Fargo for me next bike, neither has as low of a granny gear as my Rocky Mountain so I'll need more muscle.