Yeah, I enjoyed the last couple of mornings commute in. You know, if I ignore the changing a tube in pitch black, slicing open the end of my finger on the glass in the tyre, spraying blood all over my clothes, gloves and bike, the brain dead drivers who can’t see four flashing lights and a bright yellow jacket, working eleven hours with an hour of cycle commuting on either side, the strong winds, the ice rink paths with their thick layers of wet leaves and the people who wander about on offroad paths at 6 in the morning with absolutely no lighting or reflective clothing on and then get angry when you nearly kill them at 20mph.
And that’s just the good bits.