The Long Night ... a Motorcycle Story
It was a dark and stormy night ... ... okay, no it wasn't. It was actually a semi-clear night in that the day time clouds dispersed as the afternoon turned to evening. In fact, it was a full moon in North America and a red eclipse in other parts of the world. Mars was the closest it had been to Earth in nearly two decades and shone bright red in the sky just and hand's width from the moon. And we were riding. For years our local riding group had a summertime "moonlight" ride up Trail Ridge Road in Rocky Mountain National Park. We'd meet somewhere convenient in the Denver metropolitan area then ride up to Estes Park where we'd then stop, grab a bite to eat, rally with riders who skipped dinner or came in from another direction, before heading on up the mountain. Some years we did this and some we didn't. It really depended on whether anyone organized the ride or not. For years someone else organized the event, but then that person ... disappeared. I...