The crescent moon shone through clouds on a warm August night as Nicole and I rode through the streets and bike paths of Manchester. From our vantage point the moon looked like a charcoal sketch or a well-woven tapestry. It wasn't just for aesthetics; it was also a relief from the heat.
Frustrated with the persistent heat and humidity that just will not go away, Nicole and I have taken to riding at night for the last few days to log in some necessary base miles for the long trip. And I have to say, it's fun.
Visibility is not a problem. My nightrider X2 is all I need to see and be seen. Nicole's cateye el-450 works well, too. We've got rear lights, spoke lights, and headlights. Unless Ray Charles is back from the grave and driving a car (as he was known to do on occasion when he was alive) we will be seen.
There are also fewer cars on the road. It's a more relaxing experience. No need to worry about sunburn, either. I wonder why I don't do this more often . . .
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