The train broke down about 7 miles from my station. I jumped out and rode my bike the rest of the way to work.
I wasn't exactly dressed for a long ride, but at least I got there in a reasonable amount of time. I wanted to bitch, but it was a nice morning and I rode the Palo Alto "Bike Boulevard", which has almost no traffic.
Imagine the kind of mood I would be in if I had to wait on the train, or even worse, stuck in my car on the highway...
I wasn't exactly dressed for a long ride, but at least I got there in a reasonable amount of time. I wanted to bitch, but it was a nice morning and I rode the Palo Alto "Bike Boulevard", which has almost no traffic.
Imagine the kind of mood I would be in if I had to wait on the train, or even worse, stuck in my car on the highway...