Living in Wellington a decade ago, I biked to work most days - as did thousands of others. Paradoxically, the capital has neither our benevolent climate nor topography conducive to commuter biking, yet it boasts an unequalled commuter-cycling fraternity.
Likewise in Auckland, where during a brief visit last year I noted a wholesome wheel-clad workforce, with some in corporate attire even scootering and longboarding to the office via the waterfront.
Perhaps the metropolises' habit of leaving the car in the garage is a healthy symptom of their congested roads. Here in the Bay our commute is swift. We needn't seek an alternative to the motor vehicle.
Unfortunately, I'm part of the problem. Until a year ago I biked to work in Hastings every day. The difference now is I have the use of a company car, which during the day is used by colleagues at work. Leaving it at home isn't an option.
A few years' back, one of my kids' teachers told me the 1987 abduction and murder of 6-year-old Napier schoolgirl Teresa Cormack changed the way kids got to school. That is, not by themselves, not on a bike, but by motor vehicle.
I'm not sure if that's still the case, I suspect it is, yet I also suspect the fewer schoolchildren and daily commuters we have on our roads the higher the apathy from those behind the wheel.
Without a cycling culture, road-user conflict is inevitable.
Competitive and Sunday bikers don't, on their own, constitute such a culture. The infrastructure may be on the up but I'm not convinced we're thinking any differently.
Damn shame. The chain-driven vehicle is my pick for our species' best invention.
Maybe we need to wait until our roads and main trunks are as busy as Auckland's - or when petrol prices become untenable.