Insomni-spiration

Last night was another of those nights when sleep just would not come. I managed a little early in the evening, but awoke about 11.30pm and simply could not get back to sleep. At around 1.20am I gave up and spent some time tidying my apartment, before returning to bed for another attempt. At around 2.40am, I decided it was a complete waste of time and decided to saddle up for a quick 44km ride. Thus began a beautiful, if slightly eerie couple of hours.

It was something different to see the streets of the Gold Coast so totally deserted. I've ridden through the night in the past of course, but that was in the Lockyer Valley, or previously the Tweed Valley, where there was little or no suburbia in sight. Even so, it was nice to have entire arterial roads to myself. A little later I had cleared suburbia behind Reedy Creek, and a little light drizzle started. This was just bliss. A decent south-westerly wind picked up, this somehow added to the character of the ride.

Further along I enjoyed the 2km climb of Ducats Road, followed by the screaming descent of Trees road, again, just marvelling at the beauty of the night. I began to think that perhaps this was somehow meant to be. I'm not normally a great believer in destiny and fate, but something seemed right about this ride, that somehow I had to do it. I'll probably never have a logical explanation for that feeling, and it's not something I plan on doing every night. However, for the time I was able to experience it, I loved my little bout of insomni-spiration.