Replaced my old 90s Peugeot mountain bike with something more modern in 2010 because I thought the four mile commute to work might be fun.
Then I discovered how much I like long distance riding. Ended up liking it so much I rode the Seattle to Portland yearly event five times.
Then I ended up riding across the continent from Seattle to central Florida while laid off, just because it seemed like it’d be fun. (It was!) Eventually was commuting 20+ miles to the new job, though I did take the train in the mornings, I’m not that much the masochist.
Now I’ve got 39 titanium implants because some asshole ran a red light rather than look up from his phone, snapping my left femur, breaking my pelvis, turning my left tibia and fibula into a jigsaw puzzle, and exploding my right femur’s condyle, so that little whim to try commuting by bike didn’t lead to only sunshine and roses.
On the other hand…because I did have the thought 13 years previously that commuting to work by bike might be fun, I was in such extraordinary shape when the car hit me that even though I’m in my mid 50s, I went from wheelchair to walker to cane in months, and was back on the bike within a year.
“I should try commuting to work by bike!” Hoo boy, what a ride—if you’ll forgive the pun—that little notion set in motion.
Ha! Seattle PD are worthless. Took them five months to even bother contacting me. Then crickets.
So no, nothing happened, but at least with the Seattle PD I didn’t expect it either.