Tottenville spun last night with Staten Island’s Bike Fair, fixing NYC’s spring at a rec lot. Mechanic Jay Patel showed gears as 200 pedaled, a $10 ticket fest of wheels. It’s borough spokes—pure SI vibe, chains hot. A kid oiled a sprocket; a pro patched a tire. ‘Staten rolls—this is it,’ Patel says, tightening bolts. The lot turned garage.
The fair’s fresh—March 31’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing racks by 3 p.m. Patel’s a St. George fixer; last night’s crowd hit max—wrenches clanked. A latecomer nabbed a bike; grease smeared—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—rides ruled. #SIBikeFair trended; Bronx wants a wrench.
Some griped—’Too grimy,’ sniped a newbie, dodging oil. Wind tipped—stands held; fixes held. A rival’s pitching a Midland tune, splitting spokes. Still, 300 stayed—wheels reigned. Tottenville’s never tuned so bold.
Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a ride if spring bites. ‘NYC’s roads—this smooths ‘em,’ he says, packing tools. The fair’s a Staten win—grit meets glide. It’s a bike rush; catch the next. Bring a chain—gears call.