Full Moon Ride Schedule [From BA 42-200]
"You may show up, layered nine times over, all mittens and scarves and stocking caps, and notice that no one else has come. But so be it."
adapted from BA 42-200
Based on John Mosley’s Phases of the Moon, Griffith Observatory
It will be cold. And it will probably be cloudy. In fact, just count on it, and then if it’s not, you'll be all the more content.
What this means is that you will just have to trust that the moon is there. But it is. It is up there somewhere, shining above the cloud ceiling, a perfect disc of light. If you focus, you will feel it. There, that right there. Do you sense it? That is the moon, steadfast in its piety, helping pull the ocean along.
You may be the only one. You will show up, layered nine times over, all mittens and scarves and stocking caps, and notice that no one else has come.
But so be it. You made it happen while everyone else made excuses about having to work tomorrow or having to feed the cat. Not you. You came and you'll ride beneath the perceived moon because this is what you stand for.
Yes, your long johns are itchy, but pay them no mind. You have riding to do. Your breath will almost freeze solid, too, a giant cotton ball of visible vapor near your head. Your nose holes will stick together when you inhale. And your toes, oh your toes. In a few hours time you'll be warm and deep in bed. But for now, in this moment, you are painfully aware that you are alive, and all of this becomes a small price to pay for soaking up the midnight tundra from the saddle of your bike.