You scare the bejeezus out of me. I hope you die.

You must hope you die too, for doing such stupid, suicidal things as riding in pitch black darkness on a bicycle without illumination, frequently in such flagrant disobeyance of the rules that drivers can’t anticipate your presence, making it is a miracle you’re not mowed down right away.

I hope you wisen up before you die.

I hope never to have to provide the Final Lesson on this to you personally, but I’m ready. If it ever comes to choosing whether to (a) perform emergency evasive maneuvers that would endanger myself, passengers, or other drivers, versus (b) Darwinize some suicidal night bike rider, I will know which way to steer.