Re-cycling: by Martin Doyle
A plague of bicycle-riding is affecting thousands of young Wellingtonians who would otherwise be healthy, happy individuals. It can strike anyone at any time. I’ve known many people who have fallen victim to it. One minute they’re hale and hearty bon vivants raging at AC/DC concerts or having a rollicking time as Munich Beer Hall Fräuleins at the Rugby Sevens, and then the next time you see them they’re just bits of skin-and-bone pushing their bodies to the limit on ultra-expensive racing bikes.