Bike commuters don't usually mind a little bit of adversity. Things like rain, cold, wind, traffic and all those other maladys can be fun when they happen occasionally. None of us want to put ourselves at risk of getting clobbered, but occasionally we do happen into a predicament.
My commute starts and end with a 30 mile drive to the mall, followed by a ten mile bike ride. The bike part can be one of those, "I stand a good chance of getting hit", rides. It's dark during the inward bound ride, and the last part of the homeward part is on very busy road during twilight. With all that in mind, I don't commute from November till sometime in late January early February.
Last night I was walking the dogs and came across a young neighbor. He knows my commuting habit and with the unusually fair weather the next few days asked if I was riding.
"No, not yet" I answered, and went on to explain the hazzards of the road and darkness.
"Why don't you leave a little later and park closer", he asked?
I rode my bike to work today. Five miles.