Yesterday’s commute home was very fun. Sure, I had two beasts of a hill, but what goes up, most come down. While on 53 North looking towards Denville from the top of Mt. Tabor the traffic was bumper-to-bumper for as far as I could see. Let me just say that it was completely satisfying passing these people down the hill. While climbing Mt. Tabor, my left legged started to cramp up. So I eased off a bit, stretched it out, and gliding down the other side of the hill was pure joy.
My drive home takes from 30 to 40 minutes. My bike ride home took 35 minutes, and that was adding an extra half mile to avoid the 10 and 202 rush hour crush, which would be too dangerous on a bike at 5:30. Seriously, I tried not to smirk as I passed by everyone stuck in traffic. I’ll try to pull over and take a few pictures tonight with the Q. Hopefully traffic will be just as lousy.
I ride a Specialized Hardrock with fat knobby tires. If this becomes serious, I wonder how much shorter the commute time would be were I to purchase a road bike.