Riding home I nearly ran off the bike track and into the trees. I thought I was on the track, then saw a red flashing tail light off to my right. Just as I started to head towards it I realised that a) it was only about a foot off the ground, and b) it was bouncing up and down. I swerved back onto the path just in time to see a Jack Russell terrier come bounding out of the shrubbery with the light on its collar!
My subconscious must be attempting to enforce my fitness. I managed to leave my keys at work this evening, which meant that when I got home there was nobody there, the door was locked, and the only thing to do was go and ride a lap of the Boulevard.
Only one idiot boy racer in a Porsche tried to make life miserable, the rest of the ride was great. The wattles and some of the other trees are starting to flower, so riding in the dark you notice the scents that much more.
