Those who know me know I’m a keen cyclist. Not in the lycra clad, ultra high
tech, kilometre counting way, but in the cruise to the dairy, 3 speed, lazy
cruiser, ride the kids to school way.
The short time I spent living in the Netherlands has made me aware of how
Christchurch could be one of the worlds great cycling cities. Flat as a
pancake, a favourable climate and super wide streets, all the ingredients are
But biking in Christchurch is, quite frankly, hellish. It’s mostly a cultural
problem. The city is built for cars, and bikes and pedestrians are very much
second class citizens.
But then the earthquakes happened, and the landscape changed, both physically
and in the hearts of the cities people.