Took the Rawland Nordavinden out for a sunset ride on the Minuteman, it's that time of year again. The sky had become so clear that any colors were subtle, but the colors of the leaves lit by the low sun restored some of what was missing.
This ride reminded me of some of the reasons I have been so fond of night rides on the Minuteman, but also suggested why I sometimes have had second thoughts about that. We're in that awkward period when people are trying out their new headlights, beams aimed high and often flashing violently; as the ancient poet sang, things too fierce to mention.
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