At a certain age life becomes not necessarily easy but routine, comfortable and without fear. Probably good, my long term cohabitee would agree wholeheartedly but I don’t.
Well, I get bored easily and slack off and since the mid-life crisis moved in I crave some excitement.
I love my cycling but and injured and currently banned from riding by my physio … but I’m still riding. The long days our are challenging and the hills hard but it’s got a bit dull if I’m honest.
Hence the idea to go out into the hills on narrow unlit lanes at night was formed.
Yesterday was my first familiarisation ride … heading out an hour before sun down. For the first time ever I felt genuinely nervous and worried about the ride. The route was familiar but what about boy racers, mech issues and wildlife ?
As the sun fell and the moon rose I felt really worried … I ride 5000 miles a year yet this as all new. The twilight was terrible, the lights doing nothing to illuminate the road or warn incoming traffic. Actual darkness felt better as the 1000 lumen light did its job, even though the occasional car failed to see me until very close.
I disturbed some pheasants who scared the crap out of me and came face to face with a highland cow and had to go into a field to avoid a bus. But descending fast on unlit roads was scary and thrilling, fear of ceasing and the relief of not !
When I hit town and lit roads it seemed far too bright, like an intrusion in my world, as I hit home the fear was gone and relief took over. This has to be the way to keep rides interesting.
Thus I headed out tonight… less fear and a bit more anticipation of the hazards out there.
This was really complacency as I nearly hit a hare that ran out, disturbed the pheasants again and hit a white out. Take it from me, a bright light does nothing in fog and even less when it keeps switching modes through flicker to off… bugger indeed !
Descending unlit roads in light fog with a malfunctioning main beam defines fear… utterly terrifying but exhilarating on reflection.
Night riding is 60% fear and 40% relief at being alive… would I do it again ??
You can bet your life my dears 👍👍👍👍
The wife is less than impressed at my cavalier attitude to danger but each to their own… just need a new light !