WORST PARTS:
-Head-on wind the whole trip there--try explaining to your non-bicycle-riding supervisor that you were .03 seconds late because you got caught in a headwind.
-Hot and exhausted...great way to start an eight-hour day of outdoor labour
-Trying to get bike shorts on at the end of the day, when I'm even more exhausted and sweaty.
-TRANSPORT TRUCKS. Sometimes there's too much traffic for them to move over and I nearly get sucked under.
BEST PARTS:
-NO SPEEDING TICKETS (at 7:50am on a Saturday, when Murphy's Law dictates that the only other person on the road is a cop). I am chronically late--the best thing about biking is that I can leave at the same time and get there EARLIER each day!
-The look on the same cop's face when she sees me the day after the ticket travelling about 110km slower.
-I don't have to wait in line at Main Gate to get into my place of employment (provincial park). My coworkers will be lined up out to the highway for 20 minutes and I just breeze past the line and wave to the gate attendant as I fly by.
-My trip there (13km) includes only right-hand turns.
-Discarding the sweat-drenched polyester uniform and steel toes for bicycle shorts and a bra top for the trip home.
-The ride home is almost always with the wind
-The way my boy lifts his head, arches his neck and perks his ears when he hears the bike coming down the driveway for our evening ride after work.
