(Fairly) hard core commuter. Out in most weathers though draw the line at snow and ice. Coming home from a night shift (27 miles) in last week's gales were - ahem - an experience. Blown repeatedly across the road in 65mph+ gusts. At 4.30 AM Mrs Wharfe rings me at work and says "I'm really worried. Get a taxi home. I'll pay half" Oh right, just half? Is that all my life's worth love? Huh...
Oh and +1 for the Skoda thing. Love mine... (an Octavia estate)
Oh and +1 for the Skoda thing. Love mine... (an Octavia estate)