The best thing about your commute?

It's Friday. The sun is shining. I know that when I leave work today (at lunchtime, it's a half day
), the first three miles and the last three miles are all downhill. I have legs that work and I'm feeling jolly. I've slowed global warming. And I'll shut up now.
What's the best thing about your commute?

What's the best thing about your commute?
Emerging from under a big black cloud. All help welcome
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It's friday, it's one of those beautiful cool clear days that are absolutely the best for cycling, I stretched my legs this morning and also reduced the tension on my chain and one of those made my pretty much fly into work today.
But even if none of the above were the case, I still enjoy my commute enormously. It wakes me up, gets me outdoors, gets my body going, it's fun, just everything really.
Bike riding is brilliant!!
Viner Maxima, Tifosi CK7, Giant Bowery, Old commuter.
BRILLIANT!!!!
Cycling through Battersea Park in the sunshine...can't beat it!
Fixed FCN: 6
That's the only thing I miss about my old Liverpool Street to Kensington commute, going through Hyde Park.
However I might be moving offices to Mayfair soon, which adds it back in again! Hurrah!
Viner Maxima, Tifosi CK7, Giant Bowery, Old commuter.
Set off at 5:15am and get passed by about 20 cars on average sometimes only single figures.
Very peaceful although it was better before it got really dark
Scott Speedster S30 FB hybrid
2009 Specialized Tricross Sport
2011 Trek Madone 4.5
2012 Felt F65X
Proud CX Pervert and quiet roadie. 12 mile commuter
It doesn't cost £3.50 each way.
When I cycle regulary my censored looks fantastic, particularly in lycra shorts.
I arrived at work with cold extremities, sweating, leg muscles burning, knees shot to pieces withh a huge grin on my face.
Sky looks like it will be clear when I leave, the wind will be behind me, a zig zag route home I think. Plus its the weekend. As PW says BRILLIANT!!
2009 Boardman Hybrid Pro
...this morning was like riding in a huge real life Turner painting...great yellow orange sun and mist...took my breath away...
I commute against the flow of cyclists coming into town along an old railway line
despite the fact its often early in the morning (and i dont do mornings) I am always guaranteed a lovely smile from one of the many lady cyclists coming the other way, without fail
(or perhaps they are just laughing at me :roll: )
"What happens when the hammer goes down, kids?"
"It stays down, Daddy."
"Exactly."
It's just a hill. Get over it.
Mine's at The junction of Clapham Rd and Cavendish Road, all the way inot and through Tooting Common.
Always cheers me up, that bit.
Nice.
Me, the smell of death as I pass the crematorium (on days that they are burning) quickly follwed by the smell of jobbies and chemicals as I pass the sewerage works. No bloody wonder I go as fast as possible, game or no game...
Peugeot Fixed Gear
Specialized Hardrock
Baordman Team Carbon
Haro Freestyler Sport 1984
Coming Soon...Canyon Nerve AM 7.0
www.twitter.com/sheptastic
http://www.routes2ride.org.uk/wales/rou ... stal_park/
http://www.routes2ride.org.uk/wales/rou ... bike_path/
Seafield Road...
Peugeot Fixed Gear
Specialized Hardrock
Baordman Team Carbon
Haro Freestyler Sport 1984
Coming Soon...Canyon Nerve AM 7.0
I'm a teacher. I work part time, because I have children too. Wanna fight?
also, if the where do I start / stop question is geographical, my commute is Southampton to Winchester and back (obviously
If the question is metaphorical, I haven't a clue.... :?
Of course! You have the New Forest. Very nice.
Yeah, just directed at the fact that it's all good really.
"What happens when the hammer goes down, kids?"
"It stays down, Daddy."
"Exactly."
wow are you gonna be in trouble when the wife finds out.
Sorry couldn't resist.
I now share my commute, two days on the motorbike and three on the cylce.
Even when I compare the motrbike days, I love the joy of acutally feeling like I'm making progress.
Plus there are a lot more female hotties in lycra now than 16 years ago.
Life is good.
Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
riding up my street and getting a first rasping lungful of cold air on frosty mornings, then later on through the park by Hendon FC where a bank of mist miraculously hovers about five feet above the grass.
Seeing the A406 in gridlock as I sweep past.
And anywhen I can follow a cheeky Lycra-clad backside for a couple of hundred metres.