Thanks, folks. Rather than go out into the real country, discretion being a survivor's tool, I rode a quiet lane to the co-op's parking lot, which has a ramp between two sections, and one section up a slope, which is just the right shape for riding intervals in a big figure eight. The gates are locked but there's a pedestrian entrance wide enough for my bike. A car came -- this is four o'clock in the morning -- and parked outside the gate with a man and a woman in it. They sat watching me for fifteen-twenty minutes, then the woman got out of the car to put on a sweater and said into it, "He's totally nuts, I tell you," like they had an argument about it. Then they drove away. The things you get to see and hear four o'clock in the morning in a quiet country town...