The 'perils' of riding to work

As seemingly dangerous as commuting to work by bicycle might appear (due to the inherent risk involved in riding around openly on the streets with motorists), the actual danger rests just below the façade of the act of biking itself. There is always a danger you will have one of these days. You wake up late after a long holiday weekend. Your brain is foggy. Your motivation to move is lacking. You shave, shower, eat, then spend 20 minutes fiddling with your home network which won’t recognize your new laptop. Then you decide you MUST eventually go to work so you bumble about in a daze trying to get your stuff together. You misplace your hat, which on a 10 degree morning is a big deal. You get on your bike and realize that you forgot to lube your chain after the snowy commute home before the holiday so it’s a seized hunk of orange rust. You pedal in squealing, sluggish misery to work and upon arrival discover that you don’t have your badge to get into the bike room. You lock your bike up out front, stumble still bleary eyed and now freezing into work and then finally confront the worst of it…mis-matched socks. So with the Scarlet M of moron peaking out from your pant legs, you walk around all day with two types of socks, self-consciously pushing your pants down in meetings, sitting uncomfortably so no one will call you on it, repeatedly reminded of the day you are having until about 5:00pm when it finally will come to an end.