I hate winter evenings.
I go down to the car park and get on my bike. It's usually cold, damp and I'm tired. I sometimes dream of, just one time, having a limo pick me up from work. I would just be picked out and driven home in luxury. Put the radio on in the limo or talk to the driver. Get home, nice and warm.
... but I never do. Perhaps one day, who knows.
Incidentally, I am not really complaining. I know that the exercise is probably good for me and I only have a 20 minute bike ride which is great, compared to the 1.5 hr commute up to London I used to do.
