Reasons to commute by bicycle #5684
May.05, 2008, filed under Miscellany
As if the scenery and the sheer fun were not enough, there are smells.
This is the Burton’s factory (AKA the Edinburgh Bakery), snapped by me the other morning on my new phone from the other side of the road (keeping a safe distance, you see). If it’s a headwind on the Calder Road, which it usually is, then I am tormented by the smell of baking for a couple of miles before being left bereft and starving for the last mile or so to work. If it’s a tailwind then that delicious scent envelopes me in a warm, biscuity hug as soon as I draw level and holds on until I reach the bike shed.
Of course, this always means I am absolutely ravenous when I arrive at the office, and have to make an extra willpower roll to refrain from demolishing every baked good on offer from the various bready comestible purveyors who visit us each morning.
Even worse: they have a shop. So far I have managed to beat back the temptation to stop either on my way in to work (aided and abetted by trying to pass by before they open) or on the way home (spurred on by the siren call of my very expensive gym membership).
One day. One fine summer’s evening I will fall prey to temptation of a bag of broken biscuits. Just so that I can go inside.
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