Why I love cycling to work
At this time of the year its dark when I begin my ride to work, within five minutes the sky is a burning pink, then a deep orange. I barely notice the first couple of miles.
The vast majority of cars, pedestrians and other road users who treat me, the wobbling red faced cyclist with respect.
The kid, who can't be more than
fourteen, who often cycles past me going at what appears to be about
five times my speed, with what appears to be about five times less
effort, always shouting hello over his shoulder.
Getting to work in a good mood.
The knowledge that I've got my Allez with me at work and can cycle home too.
Getting home in a good mood.
