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This morning's commute was the thirty-eighth time that I did the Oxford-to-London trip since I started working at Imperial College. And it was, by a good margin, the best commute that I have had. The total time, door-to-door, from stepping out of my flat to walking into my office? One hour and twenty-nine minutes!
No waiting for the coach -- it passed by as I cycled away from my building and I caught up with it at the next stop light. No traffic -- I left home quite late, at 10:21am, so the morning rush was over. Four minutes from out the door until I was on the coach and able to use the internet, eleven minutes when I got off the coach to unload my bike, cycle across Kensington Gardens, lock it up, and walk up to my office. Very nice, indeed!
After moving to the new flat, I started a spreadsheet to log my "standard morning commute."[**] There are sixteen entries on it so far. Not only is this the shortest time, but it single-handedly[***] lowered the average by two minutes![****]
The only possible downside to this morning is that I know the commute time can never get any lower than this. Absolutely everything went right this morning, including hitting all the green lights when cycling from the bus stop to my office. So I now know the minimum time that this trip will take -- it can never get any better than it was today.[*****]
As an added bonus, I got a smile when I pealed a clementine to eat on the coach, then looked to my right to realise that the woman across the aisle had done precisely the same thing at the same time!
[*] At this job.
[**] The evening commute is harder to standardise, as I sometimes come home, sometimes go to the ice rink, and sometimes go to ring bells.
[***] Metaphoric hands, as commutes have hands in much the same way that pupdetz have ears.
[****] Currently, the average for my door-to-door morning commute is two hours and two minutes.
[*****] Without moving to a new location or sleeping at a friend's place in London.
No waiting for the coach -- it passed by as I cycled away from my building and I caught up with it at the next stop light. No traffic -- I left home quite late, at 10:21am, so the morning rush was over. Four minutes from out the door until I was on the coach and able to use the internet, eleven minutes when I got off the coach to unload my bike, cycle across Kensington Gardens, lock it up, and walk up to my office. Very nice, indeed!
After moving to the new flat, I started a spreadsheet to log my "standard morning commute."[**] There are sixteen entries on it so far. Not only is this the shortest time, but it single-handedly[***] lowered the average by two minutes![****]
The only possible downside to this morning is that I know the commute time can never get any lower than this. Absolutely everything went right this morning, including hitting all the green lights when cycling from the bus stop to my office. So I now know the minimum time that this trip will take -- it can never get any better than it was today.[*****]
As an added bonus, I got a smile when I pealed a clementine to eat on the coach, then looked to my right to realise that the woman across the aisle had done precisely the same thing at the same time!
[*] At this job.
[**] The evening commute is harder to standardise, as I sometimes come home, sometimes go to the ice rink, and sometimes go to ring bells.
[***] Metaphoric hands, as commutes have hands in much the same way that pupdetz have ears.
[****] Currently, the average for my door-to-door morning commute is two hours and two minutes.
[*****] Without moving to a new location or sleeping at a friend's place in London.
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