roubaixtuesday
self serving virtue signaller
Freezing cold; soaking wet.
Much improved on the way home - cold; wet.
Freezing cold; soaking wet.
No rain. I got soaked again on last nights commute home. Rain's been replaced with cold, blue, sunny skies. Half term too so both train and roads not so busy. The only thing blighting the ride in was that cold headwind.
I dip into this thread from time to time, and I’m genuinely in awe of how you all do it day in, day out. The frustrations, the tiny triumphs, the full emotional rollercoaster that comes with a cycling commute — you lot document it better than any documentary ever could.
At the risk of sounding a bit soft, you really are heroes in your own way, keeping roofs over your heads and food on the table while dodging potholes, weather systems, and the occasional motorist who appears to be navigating via echolocation.
I’ve never had a proper cycling commute myself, and honestly, when I read some of the stories on here, I’m not entirely sure whether to applaud you or wrap you all in bubble wrap.
Massive respect to every one of you.