When I went to retrieve a bike at Clark Street, there was a problem with dislodgment; none of the various codes I entered managed to release a bike. It took eight calls to the help line to get to the automated voice system and ultimately to a human being. At this point I was running late and decided to take a cab to Manhattan and return home using a bike from the Pike and Monroe kiosk. As it happened, I had to ride back to Brooklyn from another station because that kiosk was shielded with blue tape, and none of the bikes was usable.And yet this was hardly the most dispiriting aspect of the whole adventure. The line for helmets was very long,...It's as if government programs don't work too well, eh? What a revelation.
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Monday, June 10, 2013
Wannabe Cyclist Calls The Whambulance
Some NYT writer makes a surprising discovery when attempting to use the rolling Citibank commercial new bike share system in the city: