After three days in the car, I just needed to get out on two wheels today. The forecast wasn't favourable, but I was determined. So I got ready and left the house just before 06:00 to find......no rain, warm(ish) temperatures and dry roads. Bring it on! More like late September than mid November.
Now I'm not going to say that my commute went really quickly, but what I will say is I shaved 25mins off my best time from door to door....and that includes a petrol stop.
The bike felt good, I felt good and it was just great being out there riding frankly. Yes, it was 99% motorway dullness, but, it was so much more engaging that the four wheel alternative.
The ride home was in completely in the dark, which isn't wonderful. There was lots going on at work and an important story I had to stay on top of, so I got to commute back home in rush hour proper.
The M3 was solid from Winchester all the way down to the M27 due to an accident....on the opposite carriageway. No restrictions on my side...none. But still everybody slowed down. Why can't people just drive past? Why do they have to slow down and have a good old look? Are their lives so devoid of any excitement that a smashed up car becomes the highlight of their day?
How about paying attention to what you're doing. I know, its a radical idea, but who knows.