I HATE PUBLIC TRANSPORT.
I’m violently emphatic about that. Mainly because you have to share it with a lot of people you otherwise wouldn’t choose to sit beside. And being a motorcyclist I am, by my very nature, a relatively solitary creature. Most of us are. You’re nodding, aren’t you?
Given I’m the type of person who would leave my train seat to go and grab the guy loudly watching a YouTube video on his phone without headphones and throw him out the door while we’re still moving, it’s best for everyone that I don’t take the train or bus.
So why don’t you ride to work?
You’re making excuses already, aren’t you? You don’t want to rack up lots of miles on your bike. It’s raining. It’s hot. You can’t carry your work stuff on your bike. Your bike’s just not suited to commuting. You have nowhere to park at work. Your bike uses expensive tyres and you don’t want to waste them commuting. You hate riding in traffic. Whatever. I hear you, really, I do, and what I hear is the sound of someone being a pussy. A whining, mewling, annoying pussy. Stop it. You’re pissing me off, like that guy watching the video on his phone on the
