Nice Night, sleep tight

On Tuesday it was just Alex and Michael. They felt each others presence. Moving quickly along the roads, veering in and out, they met almost as if by fate. Stopped by a traffic light they stood astride their metal steeds. Alex looked up and said softly "Nice Night".

Michael was more abrupt and rigid, was this some kind of homo errotic moment?, he answered "What?".

again Alex replied "nice Night". Michael's mind went into overdrive as to what Alex was implying, sure it was a nice night, not too cold for 6am, dry. There was certainly nothing wrong with it but was it so "nice" that his colleague had to talk about it?

It finaly struck, Alex was not commenting on the ala "romantic notion" of a "nice night" but was talking of the LED frog light that Michael had attached to the back of his cycling helmet. This was more in the spirit of an early tuesday or thursday morning. Things like "did you see that bike, all steel" or "wow that guy had powerful calves", "carbon just has that Death Star-like sinister appearance", "look red bike up ahead, single speed", "check out my flashing, super peleton diming light", Michael relaxed as they continued to ride within the bunch of 40 or so.