Yo, Auckland, listen up: I have absolutely no problem with your traffic.
Think I'm joking?
Well, I'm not. I really mean it.
Yes, yes, I know complaining about how bad the traffic supposedly is here is the proverbial glue that binds us all together. No matter where we come from or what is going on in our lives, we can all bond together and commiserate over our clogged motorways and crumbling city, right?
I'm not having it. At all.
Go ahead, come at me like an 18-wheeler doing 120, or the All Blacks' counter-attack. But before I'm crucified, at least allow me to defend myself and my views.
Let's think about the facts for a moment: There are just under 1.5 million people in Auckland. Yet you can still get to almost any part of the city in under an hour, even in the worst conditions (like rush hour or an accident that forces the closure of several lanes of the Harbour Bridge).
My hometown of Portland, Oregon has only about 650,000 people. However, traffic is sometimes so bad it'll take you three hours just to drive from the suburb I grew up in on the west side to the airport on the east side (seriously, you can fly from Portland International Airport to Vancouver, Canada in less time). And Portland's gridlock is considered "good" by American standards.
I've also travelled a fair bit. Ever been to New Delhi, Beijing, Paris, Buenos Aires, New York, Sydney or Nairobi? Then you'll also know their endless congestion makes Auckland's seem like a joke in comparison.
Auckland could be like Kabul, where driving down the motorway in anything other than an armoured vehicle is not recommended, unless you wish to find yourself in a box. I may or may not be speaking from experience.