Two ships in the night

To Pasir Panjang, 73 km. Saturday night. I'm surrounded by a sea of traffic gushing past me. Across on the far side of the road, I see the roadie's blinking lights, and he sees mine. We pass each other, like two ships in the night. I'm off to join my first ride with the Night Ryders. I recognise some fast and furious chaps from Friday East Night Ride. They're off like rockets on fat tyres, with T drafting a truck. My speedo reads 44 km/h but he's still pulling away. F lets me try his titanium bicycle with carbon cranks. I'm careful not to let my drool drip on his beauty. I meet some other chaps too, who talk about my bikelog. I've been wondering who else reads my stuff except a handful of regulars. Thanks for visiting.