The Great Combustible Hate Fest

I haven't been on a bike in almost 2 weeks. I have had to car commute all week as I am getting no sleep due to certain daughter being born a few weeks ago.

At first it was kind of novel. I was intrigued by this culture of ass sitting and horn honking. It was kind of neat to feel the closeness and unity that only comes from sitting in one place, waiting for millions of other people to get where they are going so I might have a chance to do the same.
This feeling quickly faded every time I saw a 2 wheeled brethren blissfully sailing along, breathing the air, feeling the breeze, moving their bodies. As the week went on my mood worsened. I had become easily annoyed by almost everything. I began to hate the other drivers on my route, hate the radio, hate that sound my car makes when I let out the clutch and so on. Arriving home last night after my commute combustible hate fest was over, I looked at my newborn girl.

I thought about what kind of father I would be if I brought this feeling home to her every night. I decided then that I would rather be tired and happy than alert and sad. So come sleep or not I will get back on the bike and commute.

This feeling remind me of a video the folks at New Belgium made that perfectly illustrates the difference between auto and bike commuting. Enjoy.