one of the sets of lights was me.
it’s a rather (in)famous local race that happens a few times a year. My race wasn’t great. I stupidly pushed a 37 lbs Bullit 6 miles through the snow to get to the top and then crashed heavily after the rocky step down (for those that know it) and just saw ICE-BLACK-ICE-BLACK a few times before skidding to a halt. I broke my chain in two places (?) and lost a lot of time putting it back together in -8’C at over 1000ft altitude.
The ice formations were a foot thick in places, frozen against the rock formations and was covered in a sprinkling of snow so reading the trail (at night) was a bit of guesswork.
I think downing a whisky at the top (the brave juice) and wearing a fullface and body armour kind of saved the day.