Bicicletas in Costa Rica

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Bike Commuting in Limon, CR by tomac1978 via flickr

Buenos dias, mis Bike Commuters… I’m writing from Turrialba, Costa Rica to give you the skinny on the bike sitch in my favorite country – read: the only country I’ve visited – in Central America.  A popular destination for honeymooners, North American retirees, Australians on walk-abouts, or anyone who wants to experience the plentiful flora and fauna stretching from Pacific to Atlantic, Costa Rica is more than just Pura Vida and Rice & Beans.  Here’s my two-colones on the Tico transportation scene peppered with a fun collection of photos of bicicletas. (Author’s sidebar:  all of my observations are speculation-based and hold no real statistical value*, whatsoever.  What I see through my half-blind eyes by day, I transcribe to you for your entertainment value by night!)

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DIY heavy loads in Costa Rica, image courtesy of jmam flickr

All throughout Costa Rica, if I’m riding in a car longer than 15 minutes, I pop Dramamine like Smarties out of a Halloween pillowcase.  Why? You ask?  Because I like the taste, want an excuse to sleep, or heard that it gives you powers of telepathy?!!!  Nope.  After ditching my sedan in Seattle back in 2008, my motion sickness tolerance has dwindled down to zero.  It’s front seat/windows down for me, or puke party for everyone else.  To put icing on the cake of said party, many of the roads in CR seem as if they recently hosted a parade for the Olympic Jackhammer Riding Team (sponsored by Trits).  Potholes, gravel, streams, small ponds, and unpaved dirt-rock is where it’s at, peeps.  The lack of a functioning railroad system pushes trucking as the #1 means of transporting goods about the country, damaging the any newly-paved asphalt along the way.

Rastabici - I snapped this one in Puerto Viejo by the beach. Breakfast in the basket!

Another interesting fact I picked up from my Tico hosts, is that cars cost DOUBLE* the price they do in the USA; apparently the import taxes are enormous.  So, as I mentioned before – not driving is not a lifestyle choice, most residents take the bus, walk, or ride bikes because.  Insurance will put a hole in your pocket like the potholes put a hole in your tires.  And gas isn’t cheap either – at least 60 USD to fill the tank on our loaner Toyota Rav4.  The bus is a steal, about 50 cents a ride in town, and for about two US dollars you can take the express bus all the way to the capital of San Jose… But what about the bicicletas in Costa Rica?

Woman on a bike in Quepos, CR - image courtesy of Boston Gringo flickr.

Survey says that bike commuters clearly comprise at least 27.934%* of the 70,000+ people here in Turrialba!  Regarding advocacy, in the capital of San Jose, cyclists have rallied for more bike friendly infrastructure mirroring the movements in Mexico and Guatemala.  The local advocacy group called ChepeCletas sought the help of the Embassy of the Netherlands (the two-wheeled riders of the North) to organize a friendly event of 400 cyclists around the capital in April 2012.  Overall, Costa Rica is home to several species of Cyclesauruses:  ladies on bikes with umbrellas, serious Orbea-riding roadies, old abuelitos riding equally old junkers, rastas on cruisers at the beach, kids bouncing on BMX bikes with pegs, and MTBs galore.  Here, the endangered specimen is the skinny-jeaned hipster skidding tributes to the Costa Rican equivalent of Joseph Gordon Levitt.  Behavioral patterns differ by region, but general preferences include front baskets, unlocked bikes for short stays, lights and reflective suspenders, and the occasional helmet around your wrist (strange, I know – but let’s not get into that debate again).  The lock of preference is a piece of heavy-duty chain and a keyed padlock.  Just more proof that any bike can be a great commuter.

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Beach cruisers 'n' baskets - no helmets, no locks - in Puerto Viejo, image courtesy of Jem Kuhn flickr.

As bikeless we may be for the time being, boyfriend and I have been getting around by foot until I can get my paws on my friend’s cousin’s neighbor’s sister’s banana seat bike (if my Spanish translation is correct, I think that’s who I’m waiting on).  We are staying up a pretty steep hill, about a 25 minute walk from town.  Oooh, my legs would be in killer shape with this daily climb!  Our “hill” is known as Volcan Turrialba – apparently she’s legit – since today we saw MTB riders barreling down the hill during “the world’s toughest mountain bike race” – La Ruta de Los Conquistadores.  I should’ve entered the race and brought a folder in my checked bags (hint, hint!)  Well, there’s always next year!

CR 2012 sand postcard

Hasta Luego, Cycle Ladies and Gents!

About the author

Bike monkey commuting in Honolulu, Hawaii - rain, shine, or tsunami! I don't have a car - if i did I would perpetuate Asian woman driver stereotypes.... so I stick to two wheels and bumming rides of friends, daBus, and the roomie's "Dingo" Jeep. Plus I am cheap (perpetuating other Chinese stereotypes) and green (perpetuating architectural obsession of this generation) and too lazy to work out a the gym! BIKES FOR LIFE!