A totally bizarre phenomenon happened to me while riding tonight. Next door, there was a ton of activity, so Q was feeling like the pony express. Let there please be yelling and sounds of “yipee-kai-yay”-ing all the time please. So much more forward, so I did not have to play the jockey.
Cowboy yipping aside, I made a realization tonight, while riding in a plain t-shirt sans jacket.
I had never ridden next to Christmas lights.
In my colder climate homes, it was far too cold to ride outside productively in the time near to Christmas. Most days of riding, it was not even really safe to be driving out to the barn. (Which is how I became an expert and driving through immense snow piles in a two-wheel drive bug).
Sure, I’d admire Christmas lights on route to get to the barn, but never did I get to ride with them in view.
Not going to lie, I could get used to this!