Sometimes people try to convince me that I should ride my bike to work. I think those people must hate me. I tried it one week, and I almost got hit by a car, fell up a parking garage ramp (yes, up), and got to work every morning abnormally sweaty.
Of course, I always wore my helmet, so I had a terrible helmet-hair situation. I tried to just wear my helmet all day to cover it up, but people kept smacking me in the head. No, that never happened, but it would make for a really good sitcom scene. Write that up, Mindy Kaling!
Since I think a good way to get to work is one where you are alive at the end of the trip, that week of cycling was my last.