My first ride this week. Dark, stars, about 38 degrees F. I was still a little tired from running 8 miles of hills yesterday, and was going to take it easy in to Dallas and the bus. But I got distracted in downtown Falls City and started talking with a log truck driver who was snugging up his load. He had all small logs so I was wondering where they were headed, as I've been thinning trees off my place like that and just making firewood. But I probably spent 5 minutes talking to him before I remembered I had a bus to catch. I already go full speed on the downhill parts of my ride, so the only way I could make the time up was by sprinting (by my standards) up the hills. Ouch. It was still a nice ride though.