I didn’t want to do the cold thing this morning and was tempted to drive to work. And then I thought about my goal and how green I was with envy last week sitting in my van stuck at temporary lights watching people on bikes getting from A to B. Besides, if I rode I wouldn’t have to compete with everyone else for a parking space. Since the visitors car park has been closed for the construction of a new acute assessment unit, it would be fair to say that there is a shortage of space for parking leading to idiot parking and frayed tempers. No thanks.
Once it was out on the permawet roads, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, it was cold but I had layered up and there was no wind. I lost myself in the mental rehearsal of priorities for the busy day ahead and how to conjure an early finish in order to ride home in the daylight while avoiding the worst of the hometime traffic. The Friday escape from Harlow can be a tricky affair and the quiet route is also a longer ride. I was on full beam until the last third of the ride. Not long now until I ride to work in the dark AND ride home in the dark.
An early finish after a busy day at the end of a busy week is always difficult. I could have downed my tools at the earliest opportunity but that would mean complications and chaos next week. With a house move in progress and course work to complete in a fortnight, I just have to accept that I can no longer fit my priorities in around riding. This had become the norm over an unusual summer and I took full advantage of it but to continue will be a luxury that I cannot afford. It has to be the other way around for a while.
I did however get out while it was still light(ish) and finally switched the blinkies onto full beam just after two thirds of the way home. The rush to escape Harlow had died down by 6pm but the temporary traffic lights at a road widening scheme to prepare for a new motorway junction is a worry. I can bypass this easily as it isn’t a road that I often travel although any temporary lights seem to make drivers impatient. After waiting in a line of traffic and then having to slow down later to wait to safely pass me plodding along is a bridge too far for many it seems. Despite this pinch point I did decide on the short route and all the perceived danger that this holds.
I got home in one piece, ready for a weekend of loft clearing, trips to the refuse centre, humping boxes about and trying to squeeze some coursework in between.