Took the Trucker DeLuxe out for a ride in the moonlight up to Lexington Center on the Minuteman, temperatures in the 30s but no wind to speak of. If all cold weather rides were this pleasant, no one would move to California. In the coldest part of the ride (Arlington's Great Meadow, confusingly enough located in Lexington), rode through a shallow puddle (left over from the rain the other night) and heard the crackling of a skin of ice. The big (52 mm), soft (30/35 PSI) Compass Rat Trap Pass Extralights continue to please, and tonight inspired associations including "hovercraft", "seven-league boots", and "rolling doughnut", the last harking back to the improbable object of an athletic feat in schoolyard ribaldry.
A lovely moon lit the way.
The Arlington Coal and Lumber yard glowed silently.
The moon floated over Great Meadow, a dim, gray expanse, invisible to the phone camera's sensor, but fringed with solitary house lights.
Skeletal vegetation picked out of the night by the headlights.
Met wandering pedestrians in Arlington, other cyclists in Lexington, lights coming and going.
House lights glowed through the bare branches along the Minuteman.
Back in Arlington and the friendly red glow of the Central Fire Station.
Winter lights are starting to appear, lit against the dark season, a sort of Northern comfort.
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