Well, just not to stray too far off the thread I'll mention that the moon was certainly hiding behind a cloud;

Favorite Lucas story:

It's midnight or so and I'm tooling along at about 45 mph on my classic 1971 650cc Triumph, complete with aforementioned Perfect British Exhaust Tone (B-Flat).

It's a 2-lane (barely) country blacktop road with regulation ditch, standard stone walls, and generic trees on both sides. No houses, no streetlights, no road shoulder, no traffic, just me and this museum peice painted gloss Rustoleum Black, no speedo, no instrument lights, if you couldn't tell by the sound of the engine how fast you were going and your approximate RPM you didn't belong on the thing anyway. I was in Heaven. Almost literally, because Lucas, P.O.D. came to visit. The headlight went out and I was suddenly riding in comeplete and utter darkness. WHEEEE! The distance it took me to gingerly stop felt like the longest journey I ever took on that bike.