I love my car but...

Today I went to work in my car. I decided to "treat" myself to heels, a skirt, a fancy hairdo, and makeup. These are luxuries I usually don't indulge in when i ride my bike to work, so they are a real treat. I looked good this morning, and my hair was going to stay like all day. Not like with a helmet - the plait starts out beautiful, but by the time the helmet has gone on and off, and the wind has blown all the bits that stick out all over the show, I end up looking like I stuck my finger in an electrical outlet.

I am considering cutting my hair short again, but can't seem to bring myself to do it. It grows out long in just two years, but even still. I think it would be too sad.

Anyway, back to today, and my car. I have been used to commuting on my bike to work which is in Sandton now. Unfortunately, I have to use the Grayston Offramp which from 6:30 until 9am is shock a block with cars. SO much so that the first day I went there I thought there was an accident causing the delay. It is an incredibly busy intersection. It takes half an hour in rush hour to go the 100m from the highway to the top of the offramp.

I have often wondered why they call it "rush hour" when everyone goes so slowly?

On my bike, it takes me a few minutes to wiggle my way through the cars and get to the top and proceed to work, making my total travel time from door to door about half an hour. in a car it has been as long as 2 hours for the same distance.

If I leave at 9am it still takes me half an hour in the car, and of course, that is way too late to be arriving at work, so what is a girl to do?

I had to go in my car today as I was having a very important client meeting, and had to wear a suit etc, and not look like a biker chick. Plus, the rain came down like the Flood as I had to leave, so to admit, for once, I was actually glad to be in my car, or I would have arrived looking like a drowned rat, and the papers that I had to bring would have been destroyed. My boss - who was running the meeting - would not have been pleased, and we probably would have lost the business. This is unfortunate, as I think it should not really matter what I look like, but whether or not I can do the work, but there it is.

I will say this though, Come rain or shine, I still prefer my bike in the mornings and the evenings to my car. I love my car, and I will never sell her, but nothing beats my bike for the traffic.