Wealthy NIMBYs have never been much good at tapping into their own tone-deafness, particularly when it comes to Citi Bike. Complaints of the racks have flowed freely for nearly a year now—the blue is too plebeian! The gray racks are too Soviet-era warship! The sight of a station alone is enough to send any aesthete worth their CK snood scarf grasping for the closest fainting couch.

But to have one of these monstrosities built directly in front of one's own apartment? DNAinfo used the state Freedom of Information Law to gather a selection of emails between erstwhile Mayor Michael Bloomberg and some of his wealthier, whinier constituents, pleading straight to his Personal Account to have the racks burned.

Bill White, former president of the Intrepid Sea, Air and Space Museum, took a personal approach, painting himself and Bloomberg as compatriots in the War Against Bad Taste.

“As a fellow town house owner, you have a good idea what [my husband] and I are going through with our own house with Landmarks," he wrote. “Please help us Mike this would make people very happy and still keep Citi happy with the rest." You see, White and his husband are "people," while anyone whose townhouse falls below the $2 million mark is breezily dismissed as "the rest." The DOT in fact showed great restraint not razing any home under $1 million and dropping the stations directly atop the resultant pile of smoldering ash. That chill you feel on the back of your neck? That's the spirit of Robert Moses, frowning from his grave.

And the whiny drum beats on: The father of one Greenwich Village co-op resident groused that his daughter could no longer carry her guitar and amp from a parked taxi with the ease she once could, now that a 39-bike kiosk had been dumped in front of her 13th Street apartment.

“She’s not going to be happy as she loved her apt and street and might choose to sell it now at a much lower value,” the father threatened. “Here’s some photos below so you could you imagine if you got this from Emma or Georgina?” he added, referring to Bloomberg's two daughters—daughters forever shielded from the pain of having ugly things placed near their homes.

Somehow, these earnest pleas failed to tug at Bloomberg's slippery, gilded heartstrings. A portion of the Greenwich racks may have been removed in May, but the station is still there, filled with bikes whose bright blue hue will taunt residents for eternity.