When I made the decision to move to Cambridge and commute to Peterborough, the first thing everybody said was how bad the A14 was.
The stretch of the road between Huntingdon and Cambridge is well known for causing misery for motorists every morning, with long queues and numerous lorries to negotiate.
While the Cambridge to Peterborough route is quieter in the mornings than the opposite direction, it is still not an easy 45 minute drive - it makes the recent Bourges Boulevard delays seem a walk in the park.
I’ve only been doing the daily commute for a month, and already on a number of occasions I’ve had to slam the brakes on to avoid a car or lorry which has pulled out without indicating.
You see so many drivers getting frustrated at long lines of lorries pulling out to overtake - and then realising they can’t put their foot on the accelerator after losing the few seconds or so from their journey, because of the average speed cameras all the way down the stretch.
And when there is a crash on the either side of the carriageway - and most of the time, thankfully, they are minor bumps - there are always queues as rubber-necking drivers try and get the best view of the crumpled vehicles and emergency services.
The Spittals junction with the A141 at Huntingdon is particularly bad for dodgy driving, with motorists regularly causing jams by waiting till the last minute to try and join the correct lane, cutting into a queue of other drivers who joined the waiting line at the back.
This week, for the first time, the A14 has been shut in the direction I’ve wanted to go because of a series of accidents.
My sense of direction is notoriously terrible, so after carefully studying maps, I managed to find a route through the Fens to take me home, or to work.
The route takes about 30 minutes longer (not helped on Monday by the cyclist with, headphones on, swigging from a can of cider swerving in the carriageway, oblivious to all other traffic), but in the main, the standard of driving in the countryside seems to be better than on the A14.
Most people seem to be happy being patient, even behind the odd tractor. There was only one BMW driver who nearly caused a crash as he sped through the country roads, not spotting the car pulling out from the hidden junction.
But while it was a longer journey - and meant leaving home half an hour earlier - the drive in was far more relaxing than the normal hustle of the duel carriageways.
The key thing when behind the wheel, which I am really learning for the first time on my new commute - is to always have patience - getting worked up behind the wheel is not going to get the queue in front to disappear, and to always expect the unexpected, because you never know what is round the next corner.