The autumn pattern has established itself. Dry, still but cold or mild, windy and wet. I’m actually a sleeveless in September kind of guy. There’s not much that I like better in my world of commuting than a ride in to work in 20°C at 6 in the morning. September can be like that and I make sure that I jump through that window in advance of the colder months. But it wasn’t like that this year. Instead it was cool, windy and a bit wet, dashing my hopes of any summer extension as the days shortened.

This morning it was 9°C. Light rain threatened and I wore shorts for the 2nd day running. Maybe November is the new September. I was covered more in road slush than rain and although it was mild, it wasn’t particularly nice. After yesterdays relative tranquillity on back lanes and trails, the noise, speed and sheer volume of cars this morning felt aggressive.

So I took a route well travelled back to the van to collect the boys. Throughout the morning, my health felt in gradual decline. I couldn’t figure out whether it was feline induced sleep deprivation or that I had been passed on the lurgy courtesy of the boys. A nice tailwind at my back gently urged me along and it wasn’t long before my legs received another muddy spray tan. The back roads were a mushy mess of debris washed from fields and grit.

It was the price to be paid for avoiding the busy roads but a compromise that I am happy to make most times.

About biking2work

Sometimes bad tempered Dad to 2 sons who break things. Use the 2 wheels to get from A to B when I can
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