I used to be a cycle commuter. That was many years ago. Then I let it slide. I got lazy. I use the guy who tried to pull me off my bike, the guy with the hockey stick, the broken toe when I got doored and the day I got concussed banging my head against the side of a bus as excuses. But the reality is that those things never really scared me.
I’ve been back on my bike 3-4 days a week for almost half a year. I love it. I missed it all those years but didn’t realise what I missed. There’s something about the freedom of starting the day by doing something just for me; not the boss.
Mine is a short commute. Just 13km (8 miles) each way. Short enough to make it convenient but long enough to crack the 100km for four days riding. The roads are busy but, other than a short section, the shoulders are wide. And, if I get bored or want to spin my legs a bit more, I can take countless alternative routes.