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A coworker was telling me about his terrible former car commute in LA, 1.5 to 2 hours each way, parking lot mode, to cover 26 miles on the 405 or something like that. That is, without reservation, my idea of hell on earth. I would be driven to heights of creativity, and physical exertion, to do ANYTHING to avoid three hours plus per day trapped in a car in a simmering, polluted, barely moving parking lot, to move my 4000 pounds of metal 26 x 2 miles. No no no.
Compared to my bicycle commute, above (for example). Twenty-five minutes of pure bicycling pleasure in the open air, sunshine, and as fast or slow as I please. Heaven.