I don’t fancy myself much of a night rider. I don’t go night cycling just for fun. Night riding for me is strictly utilitarian –commuting to and from work, occasional shopping or cycling to a restaurant/event not far from home or hotel. I’m slower because I can’t help but think
something might suddenly jump from behind inky black shadows of bushes and trees. Or I startle a car driver along a street less travelled by cyclists –even if there is lots of streetlighting.
So where I can, I stick to wide bike paths and bike lanes in early morning, foggy days and night darkness.
I have once fallen off my bike in the dark, because a dogwalker allowed his dogleash to be far too long across a bike path. I’ve heard of a local cyclist bombing down a hill too fast and flattening a rabbit.
Though I have take extra care and alertness, by stroke of luck, I’ve seen brilliant sunrises, scampering wild rabbits , shifting colour lighting displays on some road and pedestrian-bike bridges (thanks to energy-saving, cheaper LED lights), quiet kayakers paddling in downtown rivers or shimmering harbourside waters. Maybe one day, by a miracle, on bike, I’ll catch northern lights undulating across the night sky.
Some low-light haiku:
Soft baby ducklings
Patter across danger,
Parent hustles quick.
Misty fog hangs over
Wet path after frost melts.
I push past curtains.
Fall into love-stroke:
My pedals circling,
To sunset napping glow.