One year ago today, sneering tabloid writers took thinly veiled glee predicting the mass death that the arrival of Citi Bike would certainly bring. Desiccated troll husk Dorothy Rabinowitz delivered perhaps the most noxious diatribe against the program, though there have certainly been others whose adult diaper straps have maybe been pulled just a hair too tight.

Despite their widespread misuse as draconian baby carriages and the people who just can't stop getting tangled up in the racks, the program has seen relatively few injuries and zero deaths. The threats of self-immolation and the naked art demonstrations have slowed to a trickle, mostly reduced to one man, crouched over a kerosene lamp in his darkened rent-stabilized apartment, firing off complaint after complaint to a sympathetic Post editorial board.

But Citi Bike is alive and popular as ever, and despite currently being crippled by financial difficulties, riders who use the program today can do so for just $1.

A 24-hour pass typically costs $9.95 plus tax, making it one of the most expensive bike share programs in the world. For comparison, D.C. and Chicago's bike share programs are $7 for a 24-hour pass, Austin's is $8, and Madison's is just $5. Internationally, the Paris program is 1.70 euros, or $2.32, and London's is two pounds, or $3.36.

"Citi Bike Ambassadors" are also handing out cupcakes near the station at 17 Street and Broadway, as well as West Street and Chambers Street. Go pick one up, but be sure to eat before you ride—no one wants the first Citi Bike death to occur at the hand of a cupcake. Think of the Post cover.