You’re a ghost… of sorts.
Black bike, black sweatshirt, dark pants.
If you’re careful, you won’t get hurt, but there’s an element of danger as well.
Cycle with the breeze, and it’s even more of a rush.
You’re sailing down a dark street lit by pools from streetlights and it’s almost as if you’re in flight.
For a short spell, you’re living dangerously, if 10 miles per hour can be considered that.
It’s not for a long ride, but it’s great fun.