I commuted to uni and work in all weather for years, using it as an excuse to train (traffic-light intervals and track-stands) and to tour (by leaving early at 06:00, adding miles on the way and doing the same on the way home, sometimes riding till 22:00 after work), racking up 8,000-12,000mi/yr (13,000-19,000km/yr).
To speed things along, I daily side-drafted the city buses down Franklin Boulevard, riding inside their bow wake next to the curbing at 35mph/56kmh. The drivers got to where they'd watch out for me and give a small toot on the horn before they needed to pull in to a stop, at which time I'd sprint ahead just enough to break draft. Felt like running into a wall. Later on, I worked for the company in Planning and Operations. It's a wonder I'm still here, but it seemed a great idea in my youth, when I felt immortal and every day included a morning time trial. I kept breaking toe clips on my quill pedals in sprints until I added a second set of Alfredo Binda Extra track straps.
Now, I have to work up a little nerve each time before I venture deep into the traffic stream without a bike lane and am ever vigilant when riding in a lane. Here in Drive-On-The-Right Land, the cars too often turn right in front of me. Signals? Wot're those? Wouldn't dream of side-drafting a bus now!
Best,
Dan.