But you wouldn't know that from SH1. And you wouldn't know that if you last visited Tuakau 15 years ago.
So, before you judge a town, take a turn through the place and make sure you've done it within a time frame you could defend as reasonably recent.
Lesson Three: It's not about buildings, anyway, it's about people. One man stopped me to tell me this. He told me of a time his son was sick. His wife went up to Starship Hospital to be with the boy, and he, the father, was left by himself in Ngaruawahia. All over town people asked after his family and invited him to dinner.
I went to Waikato to apologise. Before I arrived, I imagined how badly things could go.
Someone would definitely yell the c-word from a passing car. An old person in a cardigan would stop his morning walk and flail his cane in my direction. A crowd would gather, encircling me and taking turns at handing out a verbal thrashing.
None of that happened. Every person I met - barring the young woman in the hoodie who wouldn't shake my hand - forgave me.
In the bathrooms I disparaged, someone had left a bunch of freshly cut flowers sitting in a jar on top of the hand dryer. I asked around. The flowers aren't ordinarily there.
They reminded me of that Banksy graffiti showing a stencilled man with a bandanna wrapped around his mouth throwing - not a molotov cocktail - but a bunch of flowers.
Ngaruawahia won the fight with a fierceness to defend its people, its generosity and a bunch of flowers.