I rode my bike to work today for the first time since last August (various reasons for this, not least the absence of job for a considerable portion of this time).
The good things about it:
it took me 15 minutes to get to work rather than the best part of an hour
racing the cars down Whiteladies Road
the considerate drivers
getting home in 25 minutes despite all the getting off and pushing
the less good things about it:
the feeling that I have been kicked in the ar$e
the fact that I arrived at work bright red and sweating even though 2½ miles of the 3½ mile route is downhill (I really should learn the art of pootling)
the frankly rubbish things about it:
attempting to ride up Park Street into a headwind when my hill climbing skills have never accurately been described as skills
I might actually re-insure my bike and carry on with it, even though I still think it was more fun commuting in London.
The good things about it:
it took me 15 minutes to get to work rather than the best part of an hour
racing the cars down Whiteladies Road
the considerate drivers
getting home in 25 minutes despite all the getting off and pushing
the less good things about it:
the feeling that I have been kicked in the ar$e
the fact that I arrived at work bright red and sweating even though 2½ miles of the 3½ mile route is downhill (I really should learn the art of pootling)
the frankly rubbish things about it:
attempting to ride up Park Street into a headwind when my hill climbing skills have never accurately been described as skills
I might actually re-insure my bike and carry on with it, even though I still think it was more fun commuting in London.