Brooke Geery

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Uber Stories: Intangible Assets: 10,000 Rides

Nick got me there. To Middlebury, that is. He’d requested a ride at 7:45 a.m. from Sheep Farm Road — every bit as quaint as it sounds — to the Rutland Airport on Saturday morning, Aug. 7. $46. Which even without tip mathed out to about $25 an hour — My minimum benchmark for accepting a ride.  I figured I could give that one ride first thing, then head home. Then I could choose if I’d head south to the Ludlow skatepark contest or north to Warren for the annual jam. I was honestly torn. I knew both would be fun. I hadn’t been to Ludlow since they rebuilt it,…
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Uber Stories: Classified Rides: 10,000 Rides

Some days it seems like the universe is trying out a theme on me and my Uber rides and yesterday the motif du jour was the military. I started my day at Middlebury College, where I picked up Samuel for a ride to the Burlington airport. From the pick up locale, I assumed he was part of the language immersion program, so I used that knowledge to break the ice and soon learned he was from Ireland and here to study French.  But as our ride progressed, his Irish accent subsided into a Maryland one and I’d learned he was an ex pat, who married an Irish guy and was…
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Uber Stories: Intangible Assets: 10,000 Rides

Nick got me there. To Middlebury, that is. He’d requested a ride at 7:45 a.m. from Sheep Farm Road — every bit as quaint as it sounds — to the Rutland Airport on Saturday morning, Aug. 7. $46. Which even without tip mathed out to about $25 an hour — My minimum benchmark for accepting a ride.  I figured I could give that one ride first thing, then head home. Then I could choose if I’d head south to the Ludlow skatepark contest or north to Warren for the annual jam. I was honestly torn. I knew both would be fun. I hadn’t been to Ludlow since they rebuilt it,…
Read More

Uber Stories: Classified Rides: 10,000 Rides

Some days it seems like the universe is trying out a theme on me and my Uber rides and yesterday the motif du jour was the military. I started my day at Middlebury College, where I picked up Samuel for a ride to the Burlington airport. From the pick up locale, I assumed he was part of the language immersion program, so I used that knowledge to break the ice and soon learned he was from Ireland and here to study French.  But as our ride progressed, his Irish accent subsided into a Maryland one and I’d learned he was an ex pat, who married an Irish guy and was…
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