... does your job even have a definite starting time? A lot of people are supposed to come in and work eight hours, but which eight is up to them.

When I used to drive in to work, there would be a number of variables I wouldn't be able to control for. I stop on the way in for coffee, and sometimes I'd have to hunt for parking. The freeway could feel like a hot knife through butter, or it might feel more like a salmon's last journey up stream. Pretty often, my thoughts would be something like "****, I'm going to be late."

But when I bike in, I get here when I get here. This morning I tried a slightly different route, stopped to enjoy a bagel on the way in, and noticed that the hills are shrinking a little bit every week. I was a whopping two minutes late; I made it to the bike racks at 8:30 when I'm normally at my desk.

Has anybody else noticed the same thing?