You were riding on Highway 7 between Guelph and Kitchener, around 8:05 p.m. today. And the only way I, approaching in my car, knew that you were there, was when you were silhouetted against the last light in the sky.
No lights. No light clothing. No reflective tape on the bike. No reflective tape on your backpack. There were some wimpy flashes from the orange reflectors on your pedals, which were generally hidden by your shoes.
That was it, on the edge of a busy 80 km/h highway, after dark.
Can you say, "Police statistic"? There, I knew you could.