I suppose if I wanted I could spend my days peering at lycra clad bikers as they peddled, pushed and zoomed around Rotorua every day.
After all Rotorua is home to hundreds of cyclists. Not just mountain bikers either. We have ordinary, down home bikers. And they come in all shapes and sizes.
Hardy folk, out and about most days enjoying the freedom that comes with pedal power. You see them everywhere. In our forests, on the streets, in the city, yes even cycling the green corridor, and on our isolated country roads. Going hard out. Doing nobody any harm.
Some begin their journey cycling from home. Others affix their bike to their car and head for a favourite spot to begin riding.
If I wanted I could stake these cyclists out in carparks, when they arrive and leave. Follow them on their circuit or creep up on them as they take a coffee break in one of our local cafes. In the hopes of spying a well-endowed cyclist.