Later, around a corner, the dogs come. Two of them, maybe three, hard to tell in the dark. I've mounted my light to my bars, so I can't shine it on them. One is big, though, fur a light enough grey that I can just make him out. Distance and speed are hard to judge, but the barking makes their intentions clear. There is a hard sprint now, and then a lull as we get well clear of their property. But a look back reveals two eyes flashing with the light from our taillights, bouncing down the center of the road, unaware of borders. There is another sprint--harder, longer. At night the dogs easily get the jump on us, but at night they rest by their barns or lounge under their porches; farmers set their buildings far back from the road, and the long driveways give us enough of a lead to not worry overly much about a successful pursuit. Before the ride is over we'll pass by a silent herd of cattle and another canine sentry. There will therefore be one more good, long sprint. We are not the only critters who enjoy a little nighttime exertion.
I won't fall asleep until 3:30 in the morning. I am ready to go again tomorrow.