When the motorcycle cop is ahead of you as you roll down the entrance ramp to the freeway.
When said motorcycle cop is carrying around 80 mph of speed which means I can safely carry 79.5 miles an hour.
When said motorcycle cop catches up to a knot of traffic.
When you see that cop pull someone else over, immediately raising the rest of the cars and trucks and my lone bike's average speed by about ten miles an hour.
When I get to roll up on a Harley who's stuck in the traffic because they're back end is so large as to make lane splitting a fool's errand. Nothing like all the demerits of a bike and very few of the merits, eh?
The bad commute includes lots of oblivious fools in oversized trucks wandering all over their lanes and making sliding past them in the center lane alot more dangerous than it needs to be. I tell myself that they are oblivious because the alternative, that they are intentionally moving their vehicles to impede my passage, means that there are an awful lot of jackholed wankers around here.
A bad commute involves an all traffic panic stop and that one car that is compelled to swerve in towards the center of the highway instead of off to the shoulder.
A bad commute includes at least one or two random lane leaps by cars without signals, without any prior indication and without remorse as they nearly get mounted by me and the motorcycle.
A bad commute can mean getting stuck behind a newbie biker who's splitting lanes at less than half the speed I normally go. And, because they're new to biking or just rude, they don't slide over to let other, faster, bikers pass them up. I get stuck behind one guy pretty regularly and it isn't a huge hassle but it is kind of rude to do.
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