It was a bit much, maybe.
I dropped my daughter off at school and began the ride in to work. It was a beautiful, crisp, cool morning, around 30°F and warming. I rode my usual route, taking the Atlanta Beltline in to the end and then climbing the hill to Midtown. I arrived at the bike racks outside work, dismounted the bike, and pulled out my lock and keys. I looked at me keys and thought CRAP.
I had left my bike keys at home. I had reshuffled my keys the night before, leaving me with house keys and a rarely-used car key, but no bike keys. Doh.
I pondered my options: (1) leave the bike unlocked. Yeah, right. (2) Try to get the bike past security into the building. I wasn’t up for the fight. They don’t like bikes in the building here. Especially weird long bikes. (3) Drag my ass back home, get the key, and go back to work.
3 it was. Off I went, 5 miles on the bike back home, picked up the key, and then 5 miles back to work.
By the time I was done, I was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, gloves, and a helmet liner under my helmet, but had shed the coats. I had found a nice equilibrium.
15 miles. That wasn’t so bad. Not an early start to the work day, but kind of refreshing.