Talk us through

[jimboalee]

Here's mine off another thread. It doesn't have to be right to your door, just the general area.
Make sure you emphasies the scary and troublesome bits
Add stuff like "Accelerate like stink here 'cus you've gotta cross four lanes of steady traffic."


[ My route home from work is along the B4100 and A41 through Warwick. They are single lane 50mph limit roads where I ride along the inside tyre track, or Normal position, or Secondary according to CycleCraft. I have no problem and like you, it is only the rude 'buzzes' that disturb me.
Through Warwick, starting at the traffic island just south of the river Avon Bridge, do I become cautious of the traffic behind me.
Over the bridge and onwards to Castle hill, it becomes double lane and I take my room if I need it. At the approach to the Island right by the Castle gate, I roll up the curbside and round the island observing frequently the traffic behind me.
The route I wish is 'through traffic' and means a change of lanes to the right while ascending a 4% hill. I HAVE to be dominant here or I will never get across and be pushed into Jury St. This is where standing up with bum waggling mostly happens .
There might be a queue of traffic waiting at the signal and I ride up the white dotted lane markers to the head of the queue. The exit of that junction is up hill ( still 4% ) and one building has a stone wall jutting out to the curb. Again, I have to be dominant all the way up the 4% to the police station and round to the top of the hill down to Saltisford. More standing up pretending to be Contador.
I turn right at the island, so need to merge to the right across the lane down an 8% to a small traffic island which has an adverse camber so I like to be close to the centre of the island. Super Dominant here.
There is a Pelicon crossing outside Sainsbury's and there is usally two or three cars stopped. Advance up the curbside very cautiously.
The next traffic signal is outside the White Hart Pub, There are two entrance lanes and ONE exit lane. Vehicles are supposed to merge in turn while rolling across the junction. I take a dominant position when I move away, watching the cars very frequently.
It is single lane all the way to Solihull and most of it is now a 50 mph limit. ]

 

[Aperitif]

Here you are Jimbo!


I lug my bike down two flights of stairs to the service road - modelled on downtown Beirut during their troubles. The lights are on but there's no-one at home as I bobble across the craters to the sanctuary of a bit of racy tarmac. Steady pedalling takes me to Rayners Lane, a left sees me pass under the one time pigeon roost of North Harrow railway bridge - filtering, filtering all the way, ducking in and out, avoiding the left hooks, the right hooks, the jabs and avoiding the knockout swipes that sometimes come one's way.
Straight line riding is my speciality. Wealdstone, Kenton, until arriving at the gloriously named Honeypot Lane (should be Honeypothole Lane really). Outriding the lane at this point - too much nosing out traffic that would make life stop/start on the inside...
Then a sharp left to drift toward the A5 via Queensbury station, tacking right around the large island that is home to some of the most exotic eateries in the area...and a gradual incline to hell alley - the A5 Edgware Road.
And it is 'tout droit' once more. There is a world shortage of tarmac in The London Borough of Barnet - holes are celebrating their first birthdays nearly every day now - it's all getting a bit jumbled with Diwali, Guy Fawkes night, Eid and Christmas - such is the mix as I traverse Colindale, West Hendon, Staples Corner flyover and descend into Cricklewood. Fortunately, the bus lane is a friend and the section here is friendly, save for ridges, grooves and potholes. My DNA lies on the ground somewhere here - I awoke in an ambulance one February morning this year with a bigger nose than usual - just pointing in a strange direction! (I'll not mention my shattered helmet that saved my skin from further damage).
And now the pace hots up. 'Red' means a can of caffiene drink around here - not STOP. Joust with buses, lorries and texting motorists, see Max Factor applied on the move - and for safety, cut the corner via a pavement and ascend by Westbere Road, to the leafy suburbia that is Hampstead.
Mill Lane gives two options; climb up West End Lane and its moon-like surface or duck into Sumatra Road and fiddle around with dozy drivers, trying desperately to park in small spaces, and shimmy to Lymington Road - up to the lights by Camden Arts Centre.
The A41 - a small, rolling car park in the rush hour! red, green, amber, red, green, amber etc - one is patiently waiting for each change, safe in the knowledge that the bus lane is your friend - unless a moped undertakes, or another cyclist bordering on suicidal (I tend not to budge too much when nudged) jumps through the lights. I can usually catch and pass people who try and steal time - I'm not really competitive on a bike but it is surprising how easy it is to catch up, overtake and exude an air of morality "See, jumping doesn't really help, does it?" Oh well - small victories etc..
For plasure, I cut into Eton Avenue via the piazza by The Central School of Drama, which has a market on Wednesday and Friday - reassuringly pedestrian and free from the turgid stream of traffic.
And then the chi-chi land of Eton Avenue, with its enormous houses and the highest concentration of 4x4s in London I think. They narrow the road by about a metre when at rest. When they al decant from the street, on their way to nursery schools, babyminders and shopping centres, the road is a jam of puzzled people wondering why no-one is going anywhere...and they wear their sunglasses all the while. Never mind, Haverstock Hill has a set of lights on the descent - again, this has been well butchered by the hole diggers and is awaiting surgery. And left!
Prince of Wales Road sounds grand, but there are as many holes in this road as its namesake's character profile. The section around Kentish Town west is bloody awful and inevitably leads to the "f ing well move over mate!" comment. No thanks.
And then it is Kentish Town Road. Gateway to paradise - and work.
Of course, I sometimes mix this route up and end up a wee distance away from my destination - but that's all part of the fun. Not unknown for me to do a Wellington Arch trip in summertime. I stand there and meet myself, before heading upwards via Wigmore St and Portland Place etc - ah London!

 

[Evilcat]

Here we are: Chiswick to Old Street in 33mins (at 0600):

Attempt to find cycling gear and iron shirt for work. Fall over while putting on bib shorts. Then attempt to find Road ID which I promised the other half I'd always wear, but give up after fruitlessly looking for 5 mins. Put on cycling shoes, clattering lightly as I try not to wake anyone. Then remember I have left my rucksack upstairs so wake everyone by getting it from the bedroom in my cleats. Realise that my tyres are soft, so get out the track pump and make them far too hard (feels like 200psi) in an attempt not to have to pump them up until next week. Put on gloves. Then try and put on helmet wearing gloves. Remove gloves. Put on helmet, gloves, rain jacket and rucksack. Wheel bike from hall onto path and close the door. Remember that I have left my phone on the dining table so remove rucksack. Remove pack cover. Find keys. Open door, put phone in rucksack and then fit pack cover. Down the path and out of the gate. Wobble dangerously as I remember to turn on the headcam. And again as I remember to turn on the Garmin 705. Wave to the corner shop-keeper and wobble again onto The Avenue.

Turn into Southfield Road and wake up once I hit the first speedbump at 16mph. Realise that my helmet is wobbling and needs to be tightened. Attempt to tighten while cycling no-handed but chicken out and stop to make the helmet straps so tight that my forehead has turned blue at the end of the ride. Down Abinger Road to Bath Road, weaving as I try and avoid aprroximately 7,342 pot holes, each capable of swallowing a 700C rim. East along Bath Road to an unpleasant double mini-roundabout, get beeped at by moronic moton for having the temerity to be in the correct lane. Turn right down to Hammersmith, cutting behind King Street past the Hammersmith & City (and now Circle) Line station. Navigate past 3 buses, all of which are attempting to pull across 3 lanes of traffic.

Cross the gyratory and straight up Hammersmith Road, building up some speed on the freshly laid tarmac but incurring the wrath of truck drivers as I avoid the pot holes and drain covers outside Olympia. Straight up to Kensington High Street, getting the first abuse of the day from taxi drivers as I overtake stopped buses. Wait at the Kensington Church Street lights and watch 57 other cyclists sail through the red light. Catch most of them up before the Royal Albert Hall. Into Hyde Park and along South Carriage Drive. Weave to avoid the pungent, freshly dumped horse product. Stop if required at the barracks while the soldiers let two officers' wives out for an early morning hack. Mutter evil class war incantations to myself. Attempt to build up speed down the hill and hit the gas the other side, shifting into the middle lane to avoid yet more horse product.Cut right and pause 30m past the lights at Hyde Park Corner for self-preservation reasons.

Straight down Piccadilly, climbing up to The Ritz and avoiding half-woken cab drivers and skip merchants with early morning blindness in their eyes and evil in their hearts. Queue at Piccadilly Circus for a few minutes, regaining my breath and watching as a minicab driver inches ever closer to my back tyre. Straight up Shaftesbury Avenue, getting a welcome soaking of bleach as I cycle past a street cleaner. (Later find my jersey has white spots all over one side). Over Cambridge Circus, taking the middle of the lane as the road narrows and a pedestrian crossing appears. Steel myself for the inevitable aggression behind. Point to the helment cam as the white van passes too close.

Down through Bloomsbury past the BUPA HQ. Mutter dark thoughts about private healthcare, although you know you'd use them in a pinch, for all your socialistic protestations. Watch a cyclist almost get knocked off, twice, as they attempt to cross on a red light outside Holborn tube. Secretly hope they do get knocked off to teach'em a lesson. Cycle gingerly across the junction, watching out for the patch where that wrist was broken last year. Down to Clerkenwell and build up speed hoping that the lights at the bottom of the hill will be green. Screech to a stop.

Climb up the hill along Old Street, negotiating to the front at 3 sets of lights, but sharing each advanced stop box with 4 motorbikes, 3 scooters, a bus and a police van. Work up some speed to hit 25mph before Somerfield and the left turn up towards Shoreditch Police Station. Hit a drain cover on the corner and get that sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach before balance is recovered. Across the cross roads into Shepherdess Walk, avoiding the police vans double parked, the police cars on the double yellow lines and the prison vans reversing into the main road. Then right and left to the office.

Gently drift to a halt outside the office door and get off bike. Remove rucksack and pack cover. Spend 5 mins looking for keys. Find Yale key and try to open door. Realise deadbolt is locked. Find deadbolt key and open door. Then find that Yale key mysteriously doesn't work. Jiggle key and swear. Eventually open the door. Carry the bike in but trip over 16 pizza menus which have been posted through the door despite it clearly being business premises. Carry the bike up the stairs with cleats casing sparks on the concrete. Up three flights and then put the lights on. Up another flight and prop the bike at the stairwell window. Up the last flight and attempt to find keys. Search rucksack interior pocket. Search rucksack exterior pocket. Realise I put keys in jersey. Unlock both office door locks and give the stupid double hinged door a shoulder charge to open. Clatter to the alarm panel and turn it off. Teeter back downstairs and grab bike, traversing the final flight and the lethal two steps to our bike parking area. Shift the two bikes that people couldn't be bothered to take home last night and prop my bike in its rightful place. Suddenly remember to turn off Garmin and helmet cam.

Walk to desk and turn on both computers. Remove rucksack, helmet, gloves, arm warmers, leg warmers, shoes, rain jacket. Sit down exhausted with the effort of disrobing. Deal with evening emails and read CycleChat and Flyertalk. Eventually find towel and washbag. Open door into communal area and enter shower room. Turn on shower but find that there is no hot water. Hang up clothes on shower room door waiting for the water to get hot. It doesn't. Shower while screaming like a little girl at the cold water, but still feel too hot afterwards. Dry with towel, gel in hair, dress in bare minimum of clothes and back to my desk. Realise that I need to put socks and shoes on 2 hours later when I stand up as a client comes into the office.

EC

 

[jimboalee]

First commute ride from work, for nostalgia's sake. Seventeen years old on fixie. Autumn 1977.



Leave the site by turning left onto College Road, Perry Barr, North Birmingham, which soon blends in to Aldridge road under the M6 overbridge. 40 mph dual carriageway to the island at the Crown and Cushion where straight on onto Birchfield Road all the way to the lights where New John St crosses Newtown Row. This stretch of Birchfield Road is four lanes each direction. The outer two lanes follow underpasses and a fly-over but all merge into two lanes after the island at Victoria Road. Left into Newtown Middleway to Dartmouth Circus. Second exit ( which is slightly off to the right ) onto Dartmouth Middleway. First exit is Thomas St, Aston Bridge to the Lichfield Road and Aston Expressway feeder lane. Continue to Garrison Circus and next left up St Andrews Road. Follow round to Kingston Road where the council put concrete bollards across the road to stop cars short-cutting. Two wheelers can get through. Left onto A45 Coventry Road and continue to the Wheat Sheaf traffic lights at Sheldon via Small Heath, Hay Mills and the underpass at the Swan Island Yardley. Full belt now down the hill to merge across to the right hand filter lane for the turn into Hobs Moat Road. Follow past Solihull Ice rink and Tom Crowther's Cycles to Lode Lane. Past Land Rover and on to home 2 miles further.

 

[noelmg]

Here's my route home from Sherwood Park, Annesley, to Pleasley, Mansfield :-)

Get changed at my desk, go out to the stairs to grab bike. Up the car park, onto Osier Drive and up to the roundabout. Down the cycle path to the big roundabout, up into Annesley shooting past all the traffic sitting queuing for 10 minutes. Longish uphill up Shoulder of Mutton Hill, then it's a nice left turn and drop down the side of it, with a bit of knee down round the right hander. Down Kingsway and past all the stupid islands in the middle of the road. Nice waft of fish and chips from the chippy at the bottom.

Now about 3 miles into my ride and people who left at the same time of me and were stuck in the earlier traffic are now passing me and pipping :-) To the traffic lights at the bottom, cross the road and through Kirkby-in-Ashfield town centre, onto the bike path at the back. I get passed again by my coworkers who got stuck in the one way system around Kirkby. Again it's down through loads of centre islands, nice waft of chippy, and a left turn by Sutton Parkway railway station and over the bridge. Right into the industrial estate, passing lorries parked up overnight. Through the footpath at the end to the A38, and across the crossing.

Down into Sutton-in-Ashfield town centre, through the traffic lights and a left turn next to Wilkos to cut through to ASDA car park. Across the car park dodging dithering old women in Kias, round past the petrol station, right and left.

I'm now about 4.5 miles through an 8 mile ride, and it's offroad through open countryside from here onwards. Up the footpath and across the road, lift bike over fence and drop down onto the disused railway line. Dark even in the day now as I go through a cutting, and drop down to Skegby.

Cross the road and go through a car park, drop down onto more disused railway line. Pass a couple of dog walkers at some point, bear right and just keep following my nose. Pass more dog walkers. Go across a bridge and past a sign welcoming me into Derbyshire. About 50 yards after I drop down the embankment to the road. Cross the road, up the other side (usually walking as it's a 45 degree slope with jagged rocks), up a horrible sloped uphill bit (that I come down at 30mph in the morning). Across the trail at the end, through a field with a barely visible path, to the lake and past the swans who are usually bedding down for the night. Around the lake, through a couple of gates and drop down the footpath passing the chap with his big dog who I pass every night. Drop down Terrace Lane, knee down as I head right into our street and up the drive.

Put bike away, take all velcro and high vis off before going in the house to stop the dog barking and waking the baby up. Inside, have shower, go down, have dinner which is ready on the table, and begin the evening :-)

Here's my ride from home to work in fast forward: :-)


View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CPPSmrpD5qE


Noel

 

[gbb]

My commutes ony 2.5 miles so i do an extra loop of about 5 miles...so total of 7 to 8 miles each way.
Leaving work (its more interesting at rush hour). Either cross right across a moderately busy road, or use the cyclepath and cross later (non preferred method)...few hundred yards then the first narrow bit, highish speed traffic sweeping right, so dependant on traffic, may hop up onto another cyclepath...down to Hotpoints R/A. Turning left, you encounter usually static traffic for T/Ls further up the road, so oncoming traffic allowwing, will usually overtake on the right (staitc traffic is usually hugging the kerb).
Up to said T/Ls, left into town, around a sweeping few bends, slightly uphill, over a rail bridge, got to watch the entry to next T/Ls, high kerbs AND pinchpoint. If lights are red (by the football ground) i may allow a bus to pass as they turn green because theres a left bend immediately after T/Ls and then a pinchpoint AND some nasty drains.
Past footy ground, two lanes townbound, often static so i usually ride between the two, again because of kerb huggers. A few hundred yards like that then left at the T/Ls, sweeping down then up, joining a green cycle lane, watching for parked cars immediately on the left, traffic on the right....not too much room for everyone..and a nasty pinchpoint where the car parking bays start.
A few other T/ls and junctions out of town, into urban estates via cyclepaths / bus lanes and odd roads.

Something like 10 sets of T/Ls and only 2 R/As. I love rush hour commuting....so many static cars, so many cars to keep up with (well try) and hopefully a few other cyclists.

Drivers in P'Boro are generally good. i rarely get into scrapes although you get a few moderately close overtakes...generally nothing too close but slightly annoying.
As said, i love commuting

 

[JoysOfSight]

As I leave the flat (about 15-20 minutes after "run for the bus" time) I make sure my laces are tucked in and my right trouser leg is rolled up.

I release the bike from the outside cupboard and flick on the lights as I'm going out the front door.

I jump on, hit 'go' on the GPS and roll down a slight gradient out of the estate, across a major road, and another few hundred yards to the main artery going into town. Depending on the major road traffic this takes a couple of minutes.

Turning left, I ride up the long climb into town. By and large this flows well with minimal obstructions, although there are a lot of lights. Quite often there are riders puffing up and I enjoy whispering past with one hand in pocket.

A few minutes later I've hit the top of the hill and it's basically flat all the way into the centre. The traffic is pretty dense and there are sometimes fast riders to joust with, although not often. Soon the big downhill is reached and I can coast down at 25-ish in the flow. Hit the big roundabout, either sweeping onto it solo or sitting in a crawling queue depending on the big picture.

Then downhill again towards the shore. Strangely, although there are fewer junctions on this stretch, you have to be a bit more awake to hooks and silly pull-outs. Anyway, in a couple of minutes more I'm turning off through the park, over the unbearable cobbles and then round into the office carpark. On a good day, I've been rolling for 15 minutes compared with 40 for the bus, and 20-25 for the car. Still that's quite a pitiful average over 4 miles (there are 29 sets of lights!)

I lock the bike in the swipecard basement area, and unroll my trouser leg as I step into the office proper, and head for my desk.

 

[Panter]

Here we are: Chiswick to Old Street in 33mins (at 0600):

Attempt to find cycling gear and iron shirt for work. Fall over while putting on bib shorts. Then attempt to find Road ID which I promised the other half I'd always wear, but give up after fruitlessly looking for 5 mins. Put on cycling shoes, clattering lightly as I try not to wake anyone. Then remember I have left my rucksack upstairs so wake everyone by getting it from the bedroom in my cleats. Realise that my tyres are soft, so get out the track pump and make them far too hard (feels like 200psi) in an attempt not to have to pump them up until next week. Put on gloves. Then try and put on helmet wearing gloves. Remove gloves. Put on helmet, gloves, rain jacket and rucksack. Wheel bike from hall onto path and close the door. Remember that I have left my phone on the dining table so remove rucksack. Remove pack cover. Find keys. Open door, put phone in rucksack and then fit pack cover. Down the path and out of the gate. Wobble dangerously as I remember to turn on the headcam. And again as I remember to turn on the Garmin 705. Wave to the corner shop-keeper and wobble again onto The Avenue.

Turn into Southfield Road and wake up once I hit the first speedbump at 16mph. Realise that my helmet is wobbling and needs to be tightened. Attempt to tighten while cycling no-handed but chicken out and stop to make the helmet straps so tight that my forehead has turned blue at the end of the ride. Down Abinger Road to Bath Road, weaving as I try and avoid aprroximately 7,342 pot holes, each capable of swallowing a 700C rim. East along Bath Road to an unpleasant double mini-roundabout, get beeped at by moronic moton for having the temerity to be in the correct lane. Turn right down to Hammersmith, cutting behind King Street past the Hammersmith & City (and now Circle) Line station. Navigate past 3 buses, all of which are attempting to pull across 3 lanes of traffic.

Cross the gyratory and straight up Hammersmith Road, building up some speed on the freshly laid tarmac but incurring the wrath of truck drivers as I avoid the pot holes and drain covers outside Olympia. Straight up to Kensington High Street, getting the first abuse of the day from taxi drivers as I overtake stopped buses. Wait at the Kensington Church Street lights and watch 57 other cyclists sail through the red light. Catch most of them up before the Royal Albert Hall. Into Hyde Park and along South Carriage Drive. Weave to avoid the pungent, freshly dumped horse product. Stop if required at the barracks while the soldiers let two officers' wives out for an early morning hack. Mutter evil class war incantations to myself. Attempt to build up speed down the hill and hit the gas the other side, shifting into the middle lane to avoid yet more horse product.Cut right and pause 30m past the lights at Hyde Park Corner for self-preservation reasons.

Straight down Piccadilly, climbing up to The Ritz and avoiding half-woken cab drivers and skip merchants with early morning blindness in their eyes and evil in their hearts. Queue at Piccadilly Circus for a few minutes, regaining my breath and watching as a minicab driver inches ever closer to my back tyre. Straight up Shaftesbury Avenue, getting a welcome soaking of bleach as I cycle past a street cleaner. (Later find my jersey has white spots all over one side). Over Cambridge Circus, taking the middle of the lane as the road narrows and a pedestrian crossing appears. Steel myself for the inevitable aggression behind. Point to the helment cam as the white van passes too close.

Down through Bloomsbury past the BUPA HQ. Mutter dark thoughts about private healthcare, although you know you'd use them in a pinch, for all your socialistic protestations. Watch a cyclist almost get knocked off, twice, as they attempt to cross on a red light outside Holborn tube. Secretly hope they do get knocked off to teach'em a lesson. Cycle gingerly across the junction, watching out for the patch where that wrist was broken last year. Down to Clerkenwell and build up speed hoping that the lights at the bottom of the hill will be green. Screech to a stop.

Climb up the hill along Old Street, negotiating to the front at 3 sets of lights, but sharing each advanced stop box with 4 motorbikes, 3 scooters, a bus and a police van. Work up some speed to hit 25mph before Somerfield and the left turn up towards Shoreditch Police Station. Hit a drain cover on the corner and get that sinking feeling in the pit of the stomach before balance is recovered. Across the cross roads into Shepherdess Walk, avoiding the police vans double parked, the police cars on the double yellow lines and the prison vans reversing into the main road. Then right and left to the office.

Gently drift to a halt outside the office door and get off bike. Remove rucksack and pack cover. Spend 5 mins looking for keys. Find Yale key and try to open door. Realise deadbolt is locked. Find deadbolt key and open door. Then find that Yale key mysteriously doesn't work. Jiggle key and swear. Eventually open the door. Carry the bike in but trip over 16 pizza menus which have been posted through the door despite it clearly being business premises. Carry the bike up the stairs with cleats casing sparks on the concrete. Up three flights and then put the lights on. Up another flight and prop the bike at the stairwell window. Up the last flight and attempt to find keys. Search rucksack interior pocket. Search rucksack exterior pocket. Realise I put keys in jersey. Unlock both office door locks and give the stupid double hinged door a shoulder charge to open. Clatter to the alarm panel and turn it off. Teeter back downstairs and grab bike, traversing the final flight and the lethal two steps to our bike parking area. Shift the two bikes that people couldn't be bothered to take home last night and prop my bike in its rightful place. Suddenly remember to turn off Garmin and helmet cam.

Walk to desk and turn on both computers. Remove rucksack, helmet, gloves, arm warmers, leg warmers, shoes, rain jacket. Sit down exhausted with the effort of disrobing. Deal with evening emails and read CycleChat and Flyertalk. Eventually find towel and washbag. Open door into communal area and enter shower room. Turn on shower but find that there is no hot water. Hang up clothes on shower room door waiting for the water to get hot. It doesn't. Shower while screaming like a little girl at the cold water, but still feel too hot afterwards. Dry with towel, gel in hair, dress in bare minimum of clothes and back to my desk. Realise that I need to put socks and shoes on 2 hours later when I stand up as a client comes into the office.

EC

Fantastic, thank you so much for that

 

[jimboalee]

Fantastic, thank you so much for that

If you and EvilCat are buddies, fair enough, but no Mickey taking please.

I'd hope this would be a 'free expression' thread.

 

[Panter]

If you and EvilCat are buddies, fair enough, but no Mickey taking please.

I'd hope this would be a 'free expression' thread.

Sorry if I offended you, I was merely expressing my appreciation of a very funny post that obviously took some considerable time to write.
Absolutely no Mickey taking intended.

 

[dodgy]

Route home:


Put laptop into standby, turn lights off, walk out of office (spare bedroom).


Route to work

Reverse of above.


Not very interesting I know!

 

[Evilcat]

Sorry if I offended you, I was merely expressing my appreciation of a very funny post that obviously took some considerable time to write.
Absolutely no Mickey taking intended.

And no offence taken. It's meant to be funny. And yes, nearly every commute _is_ like that for me!

*Thinks: better not write about the route home*

EC

 

[Panter]

And no offence taken. It's meant to be funny. And yes, nearly every commute _is_ like that for me!

*Thinks: better not write about the route home*

EC

I'm glad it's not just me that does the "keys thing"

 

[jimboalee]

I'm glad it's not just me that does the "keys thing"

I didn't include "arrive home, realise house keys are in trouser pocket at work. Have to endure neighbour's tea for an hour until wife got home."

 

[Headgardener]

Lets see.
Leave work, turn right down hill then turn right down Butts Ash Hill, cross road just before bottom of hill follow path through to Ladycross Road. Continue down Ladycross Road to end then turn right onto Deerleap way. Cross road and follow path along side stream then up to Lyyton road, then left and follow round to home.




Oops! Just realized you mean by bike . Well as it so close and all up hill it is quicker to walk