I began to work eighteen months ago to avoid a forty-minute bus journey.
The distance is six kilometres, and the ride takes twenty-five minutes at any hour.
The bus took twenty minutes at seven and fifty at eight.
A journey turned out to matter more to me than a fast one.
The city has painted on two of the six kilometres.
On the other four I ride slowly on the right and stop at every .
Two colleagues tried and stopped, both after a frightening moment at the same .
That has no lane, no light for bicycles and a bus stop on the corner.
Whether people cycle is decided by a few hundred metres rather than by .
I arrive at the office awake, and I would not do it if that were on my route.