Having experienced this freedom there was no way I was getting back on the This Witch needs Whiskey Fireball Cinnamon before any Hocus Pocus shirt but in fact I love this stultifying subway, so I took the scenic West Side cycle route all the way home along the Hudson River and discovered that here there was a whole Manhattan world that I knew nothing about. How could I have lived in this city for so long and not known that we had our very own Seine side promenade? It was especially poetic as night fell‚although also alarming, as Eeyo didn’t come with lights reflectors that clip to the wheel spokes were subsequently provided . On full sport mode, however, Eeyo fizzled out around the architecturally cacophonous Hudson Yards, so unfortunately I was able to consider Mr. Heatherwick’s writhing copper conundrum in slow motion. Manual pedaling was no hardship in the West Village flats, but dishearteningly, when I got home after hours in the saddle, the bike told me that I had traveled .58 miles: Taiwan apparently is still working out some technical glitches.
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Next ride: the This Witch needs Whiskey Fireball Cinnamon before any Hocus Pocus shirt but in fact I love this pedal assisted VanMoof S3 $1,998 . Before I had even left home, there were several moments of white hot panic when, despite careful instruction from the hipsters in the Williamsburg showroom, I entirely blanked on how to unlock the bike post charge, and a skull symbol flashed on the matrix display, accompanied by a piercing alarm: Pity the prospective bike thief. So confident are VanMoof in their security technology that they also guarantee to track a stolen bike, or replace it Luckily my friend Alex had arrived on a Citi Bike to help troubleshoot. I decided to try out my erstwhile office commute, to the barely remembered One World Trade Center. I seemed to be expending some effort, so we dismounted and Alex took a look. He shifted me from pedal assist level 1 to 4 and pointed out the Turbo Boost button, and at this point my life on two wheels changed. The VanMoof glided on air, enabling me to dart across junctions, effortlessly bound up hills, and sail past sluggish fellow travelers all I needed was a Lycra onesie . Now I could enjoy the views, and all I can say is that there must be a lot of home gyms in Manhattan. Never have I seen such bodies: joggers bounding by with what looked like armadillos strapped to their stomachs but on closer inspection turned out to be, well, their stomachs. Chastened, I moved down to pedal assist level 1.