Earlier this year I had the pleasure of driving 6 hrs every Monday & Friday to get to my off-site work.
That's 36 work days doing nothing but pushing the pedal and turning a wheel. After the first couple times though, I turned it into something much more productive. I'd use the down bound time to plan out my week, the trip back to review what happened. Also got pretty good at using the phone, found I could get wireless access at the Thruway stops.
And I caught up on a lot of literature via books on tape.
Would still have rather been on the bike though.
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This is Africa, 1943. War spits out its violence overhead and the sandy graveyard swallows it up. Her name is King Nine, B-25, medium bomber, Twelfth Air Force. On a hot, still morning she took off from Tunisia to bomb the southern tip of Italy. An errant piece of flak tore a hole in a wing tank and, like a wounded bird, this is where she landed, not to return on this day, or any other day.