Tunnel of Light

I'm not sure I can describe in a way you'll understand the ephemeral feeling of riding through the night.

Sounds simple enough, but add speed, dark woods and the ungodly hour of 6am and you've got something special.

Carving the narrow single track that spirals down through the woods, I was keenly aware of how little there was to be aware of. My light lit a tunnel of sight twenty feet in front of me, maybe ten feet in diameter. Beyond that glow was black. Nothing existed. There were no sounds, no sights, only blackness. As fast as new trail and sights came into view, the old was lost.

The battle of sensory deprivation and sensory overload (go really fast!) was raging, but you've got to let loose. You've got to let the sight of light flow in and out. Turn the corner, briefly into darkness, and go down faster.

- b