Narrowly missed clipping a black Holden, buses bully me into the curb, diesel fumes are the least of my worries.
Do I ride through the deep and widely slatted grate or skirt it and
merge into the dual carriageway? Someone honks as I'm forced to cross
four lanes on Manukau Rd and become sandwiched between a truck and a
courier van... it's not my fault.
I'd just navigated by bicycle Onehunga to work in central Auckland.
It takes between 30 and 45 minutes depending on the lights, road works, weather and chances of near carnage.
At work, still puffing and...