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Flying along the canal at night. I go way, way back with that. An early mountain bike, a Huffy I think, and not a bad bike really, with a 2D cell dim headlight. Way back. 3x6 18 speeds I think. More of the canal bank has pavement now, and lights, but still, I love the darker gravel sections. Something about that sound at night. The water running, the cool-warm-dry air, the occasional thousand Mexican free-tailed bats running along with me, very few other people.
Tonight was all right. A good night.