There are many many bicycle rental solutions for tourists visiting the fine city of Copenhagen. Hotels rent them to their guests, vendors lend them to passing visitors and the city itself is happy to hire them out at a small fee.
All of the above is completely irrelevant because only a fucking lunatic would cycle in Copenhagen. A fucking lunatic with a taste for bats blood and setting their toe nails on fire. Which makes approximately 36% of all native citizens said kind of lunatics. Yes, 36% of all Copenhaginsh citizens cycle around 789,000 miles daily to work, school or the local glue sniff hang out.
It is cheaper, often quicker and healthier to cycle around the city. That is undeniable. If you are a local. If I, a tourist, had got my lardy English arse onto one of the many bicycles meant for tourists I would have been dead in 30 seconds flat. For you see, the “often quicker” part is an understatement. These bicycles are moving little under the speed of sound, and seriously there are thousands of them. I think there are more bicycles on the roads in Copenhagen than automobiles.
They have their own lanes, not the piss thin lanes you get in the old UK. I am talking lanes that are 2/3 the size of a lane in the actual real road meant for cars! Huge lanes! In these lanes there are at least three abreast cyclists zooming like there is no tomorrow, literally hurtling so fast it hurt my eyes.
The other problem here is that these health freaks are zipping past you at the speed of sound in a direction that you are not used to back home. You look right to check against pesky traffic to cross the road then BANG a cyclist is nestled into the left side of your bloody face.
If the bicycles are not whizzing past you (or into you as my dear wife fell victim to) they are parked up along the streets. Hundreds of them, outside cafes and shops. It is like one big, ongoing art instalment that 36% of the population of Copenhagen is a part of.
Needless to say, I preferred the bicycles when they were parked.
Perhaps I am being a silly boy. After all, I am bias against all forms of exercise and I doubt I can actually ride a bicycle anymore, not just because of being blind drunk the majority of the time.