So today my Girlfriend is heading off to the otherside of the country and goes to the railway station. 20 minutes before her train I get a phone call saying her computer (with vital revision notes) is at home and needs taking to her. So I grab my bike and set off. And I really go for it. 3 1/2 miles. Flat out. Over hill and through tunnel.
Every read light. Every slow car. deaf old ladies in the middle of the road. Everything that can slow a person down. But I battle on. I hurtle at unsafe speeds down hills. I pull a definitely illegal maneuver and get sworn at for my trouble before cycling through the doors of the station building and onto the platform.
To get the glorious image of the 12:00 express to London drawing sedately out of the station and rolling away into the distance.