It may seem a little extreme hating an inanimate object as much as I do, but that's the problem. Feeder Road is just too inanimate. It's so dull! One long, straight path stretching 1.5 miles. The only thing that could make it worse would be if it was a hill, with an upward incline on the way home. Or maybe if it was a Travellator and I was trying to walk in the opposite direction. No, wait, it already feels like that.
For your viewing pleasure, I've added a crude rendition of Feeder Road below. I could have coloured it in, and applied perspective and depth. But no, Feeder Road, you don't deserve that.
I think my absolute hate of this road stems from my complete lack of patience with anything. That and my constant need to be amused and entertained. Feeder Road aggravates both.
My first attempt at combating Feeder Road Fatigue was to run to and from work. This was awesome for a few weeks; more than halving my time spent commuting. Then Feeder Road gave me tendonitis, so I had to stop running for a while. Score 1 to the road. I briefly contemplated driving to and from work, but the thought of braving commuter traffic made me baulk. That and the £18 a day it would cost to park somewhere.
So, I have now invested in a bike and I'm going to attempt to cycle to and from work. This isn't as straight-forward as it sounds for several reasons. Firstly, I haven't ridden a bike since I was 12 years old, and that was with stabilisers and some kind of preternatural power keeping me upright (can the sheer force of childhood imagination alone halt the laws of physics?). Secondly, although Bristol is described as a cycle city, what this actually means is that drivers spend an inordinate amount of time picking spokes, shards of disc brakes and human bone out of their tyres.
Feeder Road; you will not win
1 comment:
Love this post...you make me laugh!
Good luck with the cycling. Hope you've also invested in a good cycle helmet.
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