I’m awake at 5am – light creeping in, and more audibly, a hungry cat. After blearily tipping some food into the bowl staying up leads to caffeination and loading the car with a bike or two. Then – well, I might as well head out.
And a few on-lookers
Back at the car-park, the sunday-hoards are gathering. The tyres (not surprisingly) gather an audience. These, like most other curious trail-fellows, appreciate that they’re not the first to ask but can’t resist. That awareness (surprisingly) helps, and reckoning begins. Before the end, I’m invited to join their next night ride. Their motivation, they confess, is to see the bike in action.