After Charlie waited 90 minutes plus on the sidewalk looking for Jim to return from an appointment in the black car I got out the bikes, put on the handy-dandy new bike lights I'd found online, Charlie and Jim donned their glow-in-the-dark vests and voilà! A night bike ride -- necessary as the days are getting shorter.
This translation of Catulli Carmen i has absolutely nothing to do with bike riding, whether at night-time or at day time, aut nocte aut luce.
To whom do I give a new-pressed, a small book,
edges still hot from the pumice stone's polish?
Cornelius -- to you. For you alone were in the way
of thinking my scribblings to be something.
Back then even when you alone of the Italians
all their age in three rolls to unfurl,
you took the dare,
and learnèd they were, by Jove, and plum full of labor!
So here, take this for yourself, such as this bit
of a book is, whatever it is, such that
o patron maiden,
it might last more than one era.