To try and add some kindness and pro-NZ feeling having just spent a few months in Christchurch…
That’s the Flying Nun. It’s awesome. Fast and smooth, with plenty of chances for gnarlcore, radsickness, or other special words for riding your bicycle in the air. Me and my $400 Hardrock loved it, and regularly embedded bits of ourselves on the rocks to prove it.
Chch has been very messed up with earthquakes recently, they’re still happening, and it puts people a bit on edge. It’s also resulted in most of the really good local Port Hills tracks being closed. So the result is that you get lots of uptight people who aren’t used to sharing, and they’re squeezed into <25% of the normal local trail network. Bee Boy had just slogged and sweated up tarmac and fireroad to earn his 5 minutes of descending heroism back to his car. It’s the only (?) bit of reddish jumpy descent available at the minute.
So they are both nobs, but they and the situation they are in might be more unusual than you’d think. When I was there (last Aug-Jan) everyone
I met on a bike was polite, friendly, and encouraging.