One thing we get as commuters when we successfully ride through the hellish conditions we tolerate sometimes is to get a great sense of accomplishment. I love the feeling when I get off the bike, the feeling that I accomplished something special. If people don't want to ride with me, that's fine - it's their choice - but the feelings we get are not replaceable. My large family tells me I'm crazy for commuting on my bike, especially on foul weather days, and especially because I have two cars sitting in the driveway. But they always tell me I'm crazy with a certain amount of respect, and you can tell they wish they could do things like that too. Then they say "I'm proud of you for not giving up". They call me crazy, but look up to me for doing it.