On the canal this evening I met a cheery chap I've not seen for a couple of years. I think his name's Scot*, and he used to be a regular towpath commuter until he moved to get a new job that meant driving to work.
He's back on the towpath, grinning from ear to ear and saying how wonderful it is to be back on a bike for the commute and how the car got him down and made him fat and angry.
It was a stark reminder that, although I did have a couple of close passes today (serves me right for being dressed as a roadie on a road bike), the alternative to that is not riding a bike, and that's unthinkably horrible.
*but it might be Craig. I could never remember for sure.