Did you have this experience: winter is over(ish), the snow is gone from most paths and roads, and you just swapped out your studded tires for the summer slicks. It's the first official (for you) spring work commute, the weather is nice, sunny, not a soul around. And as you start riding, you notice that your muscles have survived the winter (with lesser cycling) surprisingly well, and you're generating power! And flying - faster than any creature around you in that very moment.
Everything is Good with the universe, and you're enjoying. Up until that moment, that is, when you hear something behind you, approaching ominously. Before you have the time to accept the new reality, a ****head takes you over. Mortification. Bonus points if it's a fred with full panniers just minding his own damn business.
But... how is this possible? You rode your winter steed (almost) regularly, and did the occasional commute (when it wasn't snowing, wasn't too cold and you didn't feel too tired or too indisposed - a couple of times a month, perhaps). Could it be that there were people, riding these crappy bikes the whole winter, hauling groceries, Encyclopedia Britannicas and gardening tools on their racks and in their panniers, while you were slacking?
As the blow sinks in, you make a solemn wow: next winter... yes, next winter I will be diligent, I will ride to work every day (except if it snows too much, or the paths&roads are full of snow, and of course, if I'm late or have a meeting first thing in the morning, or....