My "morning" commute is usually around noon or 11 a.m. I drive about an hour north on U.S. 27 north to Belle Glade, Fla. It is a very peaceful ride on the edge of the Everglades.

In the block before I head down to the "A" train I pass the Thai restaurant, the Korean dry cleaners, the Dominican hair cutters, the Chiropractic Wellness Center, the Dominican beauty salon, the pizza joint, the Hispanic bakery (where they always have Challah and hamantaschen), the Korean green grocer and the Yemeni news stand. Welcome to New York!!

I go everywhere, including school and work, on my bike in south Miami, riding about a 100 miles a week. Saves thousands of dollars, it's great for my health, and good for the environment. What more can you ask for?

My commute is pretty common for my region, but not one you hear mentioned when the topic turns to morning commuting. I drive 34 miles in about fifty minutes through some of the loveliest country in central PA. It's especially beautiful this time if year. Thirty-four miles, only two stop lights, rarely any other cars and lots of wildlife. I often see deer, turkey and small woodland animals - but I've glimpsed a few foxes and three bears. The attached photo is a heavy traffic day as there were four cars in a row before me. My commute relaxes me. It's time where I think things through, listen to NPR or simply enjoy what's around me.

This is me underneath my daily driver replacing my steering rack. I drive a 1980 VW diesel rabbit. She is cheap to insure - costs about $240 a year, and not only does she get incredible gas mileage (50+!) but she also runs on waste vegetable oil (WVO)! This photo represents my morning commute because... all of her awesomeness comes with a price. A 30-year-old car has her issues, and this is a weekly happening. Right now, both door handles on my driver's side don't work, so I crawl in through the passenger's side until I have the time to fix yet another issue. I do love this car, though, so it's worth it! She is my way of making a statement against foreign oil, our disposable, upgradeable society, and our demand for flashiness and luxury. Because, seriously, who REALLY needs power steering??

The clown is superimposed the outfit the woman is wearing is not. Crazy people with questionable fashion  taste seem to flock to mass transit . At least from where I'm from.

This was taken during the ferry commute from Seattle to Bremerton in Washington. It says to me that that commute is far too long (one hour).

First ride by school and drop off my son and on to work. Takes a lot less time than driving.

This is the strand of cars lined up outside my office in Walpole, Mass. We park along a long driveway. I love the beautiful fall foliage littering the dirt driveway. The church steeple is also visible in the background.

I live about a mile from my job in downtown Fort Lauderdale. One of the reasons we chose to buy our home was because the daily commute can be walked or biked along a stretch of the New River. It's a great way to start and end a work day.

Bumper to bumper traffic... Exciting, right?

My commute takes me across 100 miles of untouched Oklahoma. This peaceful drive always makes for a stress-free work day.

My commute I95 rhode island and mass.

St. George, Staten Island.

Heading east into Providence RI on a little used bike path along the Woonasquatucket River.

Two days a week I have to drive to Boston rather than take the train. The train doesn't get me home by 6 to pick up the kids from daycare. Ironically, driving is faster, but definitely more stressful. The up side? Being able to listed to The Takeaway and other programming on WGBH.

My morning commute. I walk to work.

Miami International Airport

Some of the students in the study hall that awaits me at the end of my commute every day.

The picture is the route of my daily commute. I hop on the bike at home and follow the trail 7 miles to work.

Artistic take on the 6-train platform at 59th Street. MOVEMENT!

Miami Lights: Daily Commute, one hour to catch up with the world. With the companion of NPR the boring wait on FL826 became a nice picture. Love your show, and other 23 hours too.

Union station metro packed 5 people deep, trains running slow and late again! When I see this view from the escalator, I know it will be a mad crush.

On my way out the door...

I would like to say that in Florida, especially when it's season, driving becomes the scariest experience ever. It's a melting pot of driving habits from other states and countries... I really fear for my life the 5 days out of the week when I have to drive 25 miles to and from work.