I live about half a mile from work. Up until last summer I had a scooter for nipping backward and forward to work. When we are not in the field, I like to come home at break times for a fresh cup of tea and some peace and quiet.
The scooter was bought cheaply for 300 notes, cost nothing to run and built up some rather nice no claims for a bigger bike. The scooter ran really well but the commuting took its toll and the frame had rotted out, so even though it sailed through and MOT I decided that having bought a bigger bike I would pension it off.
The high cost of fuel seems to have resulted in scooters getting very expensive, so I thought I'd press the bicycle into service as it's not far.
The trouble with biking is that even though it is flat around here, it is windy and wind really effects the journey time. Then there is zero weather protection. Even a motor bike has mud guards and won't soak the rider, not a bicycle. My scooter had a back box which I could chuck a days supplies into and chuff off to work. No such luxury on a bicycle, I need my rucksack and having my cool box bouncing off my spine is not something I look forward to.
People say that it keep them fit. B*llocks. I've not been able to run through injury and biking has done the some total of f*ck all to maintain any fitness. Besides, I am on my feet all day burning up to 4000 calories though work and really don't look forward to riding home.
People harp on about urban journey times. The only reason bicycles get across town quick is because they ignore most road traffic rules. If anyone would like to organise a race between me on my motorbike and whoever the best Tour de France rider is across town, bring it on!
The only thing about cycling is that is is cheap, but some people spend the kind of money on a race bike that I would want a motorbike for. these people clearly have mental issues. If I come into any money the first thing I will do is drive to my local Honda emporium and purchase an SH125. The second thing I will do is chuck my mountain bike in the skip at work, where it belongs.
I HATE CYCLING!
