IT'S a little after 8am and the Glasgow rush hour is under way, the roads filling with an unrelenting stream of traffic.
Amid the hubbub of cars, taxis, lorries and buses, I'm on my bike, legs pumping, counting down the miles as I ease closer to work. The air is heavy with fumes, every so often a blast of heat from a passing exhaust hits my legs, bringing respite from the morning chill.
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