The first time I rode this trail after dark, I couldn’t stop smiling. My tires rolled over a soft blue glow, and for a second I forgot I was still in Arkansas.
I’ve ridden plenty of night miles over the years, usually squinting into a narrow beam of light. This felt different.
The trail itself shimmered beneath me, steady and bright enough to follow without guessing what was ahead. Crickets hummed in the trees…