Lucy Kellaway: Two wheels good, everything else bad for office commute

Only by bike do you arrive in perfect frame of mind, even if it causes ocassional injury

Cycling: the most pleasant and almost the cheapest way of getting to work in London. Photograph: Getty Images/iStockphoto

Cycling: the most pleasant and almost the cheapest way of getting to work in London. Photograph: Getty Images/iStockphoto

 

After writing last week about my latest bike accident I received a fat virtual mailbag.

Half the messages came from well-meaning people telling me I was insane to cycle in London, and urging me to learn my lesson. The other half came from equally well-meaning people who wrote: what bad luck! Hope you’re back on your bike soon.

As a result I’m having to face a question I usually ignore: should I hang up my helmet and hi-vis jacket for good? And if so, how am I meant to get to work?

In the past three weeks I’ve been experimenting with various ways of covering the 4½ miles from my house in east London to the Financial Times office in Southwark – Tube, train, Uber, feet, bus and a combination of the above.

I have also studied the literature, which is not especially encouraging. A long commute can leave you angry, depressed, cynical, possibly prone to heart attacks and musculoskeletal disorders – especially if you travel immobile on your bottom.

According to Google Maps there are various options for my rush-hour commute, ranging in time from 31 minutes (cycling) to 88 minutes. After cycling and driving – not an option as I don’t have a parking space at the office – Uber is the next fastest.

So, on day one, I summoned a car, which was at my door in three minutes, and I bundled in feeling optimistic. Some 20 minutes later, in solid traffic on the Hackney Road, I felt less so. After 47 minutes I arrived at work £16.53 poorer, feeling stressed and slightly sick, having made the mistake of trying to do my emails in the back of a Toyota Prius.

Resorting to public transport, the quickest route recommended by my smartphone involves taking a bus to Old Street where I joined the 3.7 million other people who use the Tube to go to work. I wedged myself on to a southbound train in a space so tiny there was no room to even squint at my phone, let alone read a newspaper.

How do you bear this, I wanted to shout at the packed carriage. Instead, I stared at their impassive faces. They bear it because they have no choice. They bear it because they are used to it. The journey took 51 minutes, but felt longer as changing from one form of transport to another makes it harder to do the journey on autopilot – which is the only way commuters cope.

Human zoo

Liverpool

The next day I took the 48 bus the whole way and sat upstairs at the front, read the paper, did some emails and then stared out of the window admiring first the Gherkin and then the Shard. Yet when I arrived at work 62 minutes and 23 stops later, I felt more like an OAP on a day trip than an eager journalist ready for work.

And so that left walking. I set out on a gorgeous sunny morning from my house and arrived at work 83 minutes later, feeling self-satisfied and full of the joys of spring. Yet, by the evening I had already lost heart, and slunk back home by train. If I had nothing else to do in my life I might be prepared to spend nearly three hours legging it to and fro across London every day – but as it stands, I do.

So that just leaves the bike, which is quickest by far, the most pleasant and almost the cheapest way of getting to work.

It is true that cycling is the worst commute for your hairdo and adds to your general state of bedraggledness on the 106 days on which it rains in the capital. Yet only by bike do you arrive in the perfect frame of mind for working – with senses sharp from having dodged lorries and feeling thoroughly alive.

Alas, feeling alive as you whizz along can be followed by failing to be so. And this is what terrifies me. Cyclist deaths in London are falling – especially per journey – but still more than a dozen cyclists die each year and about 400 are seriously injured.

Safety gear

And yet, in the end, any cold-headed assessment of risk misses the point. The longer I suffer the hardships of the alternative ways of getting from A to B, the more likely it is that I will simply stop asking if it is mad to cycle in London, and get back on my bike.

As soon as the physio will let me.

– Copyright The Financial Times Limited 2016

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