By show of hands, who else loves horrible traffic?
I’ve written before about the merits of motocommuting and about how my close proximity to work made me a worse employee because of the convenience.
Now though I have evolved as both an employee (now a supervisor) and as a bay area motorcyclist. The professional evolution now has me commuting to SFO, and my evolution as a motorcyclist has me really enjoying it. ( Plus having an excuse to buy a new bike helps) I’ve often talked about the zen of focus that comes with battling traffic. Now though, the battle has become a game. Not like high stakes tag, where being “it” means getting creamed. My mindset is less “I’ll show them!!!…Pay attention or I will exact retribution upon your side view mirrors!!” and more “WEEEE! look how much fun you could be having if you, too, were riding!” If I’m going to take the self-appointment of Moto-Ambassador seriously, I would rather evoke a touch of jealousy than create fist-shaking ire.
Because the commute is longer, I have to leave much earlier. That means no punctuality pressure, and by not being rushed I actually get to work earlier and much more refreshed than my caged subordinates and contemporaries.
Lead by example, right?
