We recently moved from my mother-in-law’s house into a short-term furnished rental in the downtown Linden Hills area of Minneapolis, which allows me to walk to my temporary office at my sister-in-law’s house (can you tell how f-ing homeless we are?) Before that, I rode a “Nice Ride” bike.
You see, Minneapolis is kind of like the Netherlands in that bikes are simply available for the taking. But, unlike the Dutch, Americans (even the agreeable, liberal Midwestern kind) cannot be trusted with the honor system, nor can a municipality thrive fiscally by providing free bikes. As such, there is a smattering of Nice Ride stations throughout the city where people can swipe a credit card, and on a keypad where the numbers are frequently offset, enter their phone number and zip code to unlock a bike.