I’ve been a commuter for a month now. Not
a proper ‘fight against early morning drivers to claim back the road
from motor vehicles’ commuter, more a sort of ‘ride blearily through the
fields to the next village and abandon the bike for a bus’ commuter. I
only have a few hundred metres of road where there’s traffic and at half
past six in the morning there isn’t even that much of it.
I’ve even managed to find some decent
covered cycle racks (ie, not wheel eaters) which are pretty safe. I know
this because the old peoples home next door has used them as to stack
several new rolls of linoleum for a couple of weeks.
Normally I leave home at leave home at
about 0615 which gives me plenty of time to get everything ready,
discover something is missing, panic, run about the house trying to
search quietly so I don’t wake up Beautiful Wife, wake Beautiful Wife,
look for the missing item where she has told me to look , find it, pack
my bag and leave, and ride over the fields at a reasonable speed catch
the bus at 0635. The strange thing is, if I happen to be late (ie. When
I’ve lost something and Beautiful Wife isn’t able to guide me to it), no
matter how hard I ride, it still takes me five minutes longer to ride
the same distance.
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