These are not the typical stories you hear in regards to bike riding. Hell, these are not the typical narratives that crop up when bicycles are discussed in general. Instead, these are the narratives of a time in my life where the peace of a middle of the night ride when I worked night shifts outweighed the paranoia of increased police presence during the beginning of the pandemic, the fear of being chased down by security guards, and the ultimate fear of the unknown. While the paths are known, the journeys on them when the hour is 3 AM vs. 5 PM are different, and the experiences were unforgettable. Welcome to The Ghostride Chronicles.