the corner office

Yesterday was my first ride to work. It was awesome. Except for the bit where I took a wrong turn and ended up on the A4, but otherwise, awesome. I caught the train to Waterloo East and then cycled towards Westminster, then tootled all along the Thames to Fulham and thence to Hammersmith. Traffic not so bad early in the morning (except for the A4, of course), and fairly OK on the way home as well.

Lots of things I hadn't really thought about before actually doing it. The logistics are crazy. No more grab bag and travel card and off to work. Now it's panniers and clothes and cycle kit and pumps and allen keys and locks and heaven knows what else, and forgetting or failing to anticipate the need for even one little item could see me stranded on some arb city street with an expensive bike and a ton of theftworthy equipment and no easy way of getting home or to work because nobody will let me onto a bus or the tube.

On the upside, I now get to cycle along the river every morning and whizz past all the beautiful London buildings and for the first time in nearly 3 years, I'm doing some real exercise again. So I'm excited... a little scared of things going wrong or the novelty wearing off, but excited.