As the sun set over the Kowen Forest on the outskirts of the Nation's Capital, something evil was brewing. Darkness would bring carnage and unfathomable pain for some audacious riders of the night, those willing to set foot into the shadows between the pine trees. In the dark of the night, one by one, riders were released into the darkness with only a candle to guide their way.
I was one of those riders. That last beer as the light faded and other riders began to gear up brought a hush about the crowd gathered around our pit fire. Like a battalion preparing itself for their last assault, the riders of the night were silent in nervous anticipation of what lay ahead. The nerves kicked in as we connected each other's head torches to the battery pack carried in our hydration packs.
We headed over the to the
