I commuted to work on my bicycle for the first time in 2004. A little over 11 miles one way, depending on the route.
That morning, the temperature was in the lower 60s (~15°C), sunny and clear. Amusingly, it wasn’t the distance or effort, nor was it the afternoon ~100°F (~37°C) trip home, that had been problematic.
The logistics were the hard part. Getting the proper combination of necessary food, appropriate clothing, and the supplies to clean up…well, it’s like dragging a baby out of the house. There is no such thing as just popping out for a quick errand when you have a baby, and the same thing goes for bike commuting.
But only at first, as you’ll discover. Eventually the laying out of supplies is second nature, and you can do it efficiently and without having to think to hard. A plus for me in the morning.
I kept glancing over and checking out the surreal sight of the bike next to me in my cubicle. Pretty dang cool. :)
