Tuesday Night February 1

I rode a terrific 30 last night: Wildcat Canyon > Pinehurst 30 miles. It was a clear, calm night and the roads were mine. Sure, the problem exists that anybody else on the roads thinks the same thing: the road is mine and nobody else is on it. I've come across a runner in the middle of the road with not even the slightest bit of reflective wear. But last night was just terrific.

I mounted my second headlight low on my front forks hopefully to see better when I next run into fog. I stopped at Inspiration Point to bundle up before descending into Orinda and took these photos of my bike, trying to show the headlights.