It was an uneventful ride this morning on the Specialized. Only two things caught my attention. The first was a squashed rabbit in the bike lane. I'm not sure how a car got him, but he was toast. Second was that I passed a pack of ninja riders - you know the ones: riding in the night, wearing dark jerseys on black bikes with tiny, weak lights. I was barely able to make out their figures as we passed on opposite sides of the road. My bike may be black, but I wear high-viz jerseys and run bright Cygolites. Why do some riders insist on going stealth?