Since I work all the way downtown and live in the suburbs, I have a pretty long commute. An hour both ways. Part of this length is due to the fact that I'm just physically far away. The other part is traffic. If you've ever had to sit in your car, stopping and going only to stop 10 feet later, you already know how obnoxious this is. If you haven't count yourself lucky; I envy your not having to work/ working at home/ living in the middle of nowhere situation.
Yesterday's trek home was particularly bad. There was an accident on a bridge 28 miles away. I reached the traffic when I was still 26 miles away. Okay, to be fair there was one part of that stretch that was a little faster. It was only for 3 miles though.
After being on the road for my allotted hour, I was still 12 miles from home. I called my parents to look up alternate routes. (That's when I learned about the accident.) And I took a technically longer, but actually moving route. I arrived home twenty minutes later, decrying the evils of commuting and the stupidity of other drivers.
Lesson learned? Bikers should not be allowed to ride on the road, unless they think they can take on that half-ton vehicle with their ten-pound alloy frame. But seriously, if I continue to work downtown I think I'll have to live much closer in order to keep my sanity.
Have any commuting horror stories?
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