I rode 17 miles home after dropping car off for service in central Winchester this morning at 8am. It was bloody horrible. I haven't commuted by bike, in a city, for 20 years and this was a reminder why I don't miss it.
Even the country lanes I used, once I escaped the centre, were rat-runs.
I distinctly remember enjoying the 'battle' with traffic across South Manchester, as I commuted to various BT Telephone Exchanges, but it seems I have turned into a Country Bumpkin.
PS. Winchester is hillier than I remember.