Nikhil Kumar braves the city's manic streets to put the new bicycle-hire scheme to the test.
City-dwellers around the world love to moan about taxi drivers. But since moving to New York in October, I've had no reason to complain about the local cabbies. This could simply be because I've lived here for less than a year and have used cabs sparingly. Nevertheless, when I have hailed a ride, I've found the drivers friendly and attentive, and not once not even in hindsight after learning the routes have I felt short-changed.
Last week, however, for a couple of hours on an otherwise unremarkable afternoon, the largely friendly faces that I'd encountered behind the wheels suddenly began to look strangely sinister. When they turned corners, I detected a fiendish glow in their eyes. Up around Columbus Circle, where traffic coming down from the Upper West Side hits the Midtown rush, I felt as if they were driving too fast, being too rash.
I was, in other words, on one of the cobalt-blue Citi Bikes that form part of New York's new bike-share schem. I hadn't cycled in a big city for more years than I can recall and I soon remembered why I'd resisted doing so, despite the obvious savings in train and taxi fares (and yes, that thing about getting in shape, too). Although I was exercising a great deal more caution than Joseph Gordon-Levitt's fast-pedalling bike courier did in last year's Premium Rush film, it swiftly became clear that the drivers of Gotham weren't keen on sharing the roads with me.
Now, everyone will tell you how pleasurable it is to bicycle in Central Park - and it is. A network of bike lanes runs through the park and a dedicated path runs along its west side. Beyond the park, however, you need to research available bike lanes beforehand, because the network remains skeletal. Deviating from the lanes leaves you competing with the traffic for space and taxi drivers, in particular, weren't keen on giving way. One forced me off my bike as he turned a corner near 42nd St.