But I agree with MrSmyth, I don't understand why I'm in such a rush during my daily commute. It's just the fixed gear ethos, putting thunder into the pedals until nicotine addled lungs breath like a burlap sacks of smouldering coals and battery acid pools and festers in my kneecaps. There's no room for red lights in that equation.
i'm going to disagree with your "fixed gear ethos". if you ride fixed speed moderation is easy and instinctive. i don't commute every day but there are 50 sets of lights on my usual route in, i know the phases of the lights at junctions so know when to speed up and slow down so that my stationary time is minimised, i would rather slow down and track stand for a couple of seconds then move off than race up to or through a red light. this way your agenda is different from all those frantic nodders and you arrive at your destination with a warm readybrek glow and not in an apoplectic rage.
i'm going to disagree with your "fixed gear ethos". if you ride fixed speed moderation is easy and instinctive. i don't commute every day but there are 50 sets of lights on my usual route in, i know the phases of the lights at junctions so know when to speed up and slow down so that my stationary time is minimised, i would rather slow down and track stand for a couple of seconds then move off than race up to or through a red light. this way your agenda is different from all those frantic nodders and you arrive at your destination with a warm readybrek glow and not in an apoplectic rage.