Odd:

I live about 5 miles east of work. When I take the cage, it only takes about 10 minutes to go those westerly five miles. 10 minutes for five miles in the morning, 10 more minutes for five more miles at quitting time. I usually dawdle around in the morning, read some over breakfast, plod about the house and shuffle out to the truck. There is no excitement, not much of anything really - just a couple miles to work.

However, I've noticed that when the weather is inclined to two wheels, I find myself scarfing an itty bitty breakfast, rushing about, and heading out to the garage a good 30 minutes earlier than usual. I go through my 'pre-flight' checks then regale the neighborhood with my 748cc symphony of desmodromica. I finish gearing up as Blue shakes off the night's chill, and we're off.

In the other direction.

And strangely, I arrive at work a good 20 minutes later than I would if I had taken the cage. And instead of a 5 mile trip, I seem to have done anywhere from 20 to 40 miles.

At quitting time, a similar experience occurs, albeit even more exaggerated. I'll leave the office about the same time usual (Ok, maybe a little earlier than usual ... it's hard to contain myself while Blue patiently awaits my return in the garage) - but I don't seem to arrive home any earlier. Quite the contrary. On two wheels, the five mile return trip at 5pm seems to take anywhere from 30 to 100 miles, and I occasionally find myself returning to stern looks and tapping feet after dinner's gone cold.

Hm. Something to contemplate; I should retreat to where I do some of my best contemplating ... in Blue's saddle, on the back roads ... far from my office.