Night Ride

So....last night I walk into the house from my first real ride on The Vulcan. I'm covered with a very large variety of dead and not so dead insects. Surprisingly I'm not bothered in the least. A warm spring New Hampshire night on a back country road. Riding through a thick soup of little flying creatures of the night. There's something very spiritual riding through this forested countryside in total darkness. Killing insects with your body. I mean... with no exaggeration I was hit by thousands upon thousands of insects. At one point I put my arms out at my side and closed my eyes and tried to will more to join me, to become one with my soul really. It was wonderful. I could feel moths crawling on my face and into the side of my helmet. Trying to crawl into my mind. Things were colliding with my face and giving me their life. I saw a waddling porcupine on the side of the road and at one point a deer ran across the road in front of me. Riding at night when no one else is on the road is truly a magical experience.