As I rode in silence with only the sound of the wind creating a quiet hush in my ears.
Surrounded by wilderness following an unknown road with only one beam of light to guide my way. A few stars shown in the sky, the rest of the world enveloped in blackness.
Winding and curving, feeling totally alone, slightly afraid. The air is cool, the bugs are abundunt, the hush of silence is becoming louder with speed.
One road meets another and home is suddenly closer. This path is familiar, the curves have straightened and speed has found the tires.
Light showing here and there, lighting the final miles. Home is on the horizon.
Victory comes in many forms – some more simple than others.