Bronx’s Parkour Jam Leaps in Mott Haven

Mott Haven vaulted last night with the Bronx’s Parkour Jam, flipping NYC’s spring at a 138th Street lot. Tracer Jay Patel scaled walls as 200 cheered, a $10 ticket bash of jumps. It’s borough bounds—pure BX vibe, ledges hot. A kid tripped a rail; a pro nailed a kong. ‘Bronx leaps—this is it,’ Patel says, eyeing gaps. The asphalt turned playground.

The jam’s fresh—March 15’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 6 p.m. Patel’s a Soundview runner; last night’s crowd hit max—shoes slapped. A latecomer nabbed a spot; dusk fell—NYC grit glowed. Runs hit ten—moves ruled. #BronxParkour trended; Queens wants a vault.

Some griped—’Too risky,’ sniped a newbie, dodging drops. Dust flew—feet gripped; flow held. A rival’s pitching a Fordham run, splitting traces. Still, 300 stayed—jumps reigned. Mott Haven’s never leaped so bold.

Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a rooftop if spring bites. ‘NYC’s edge—this owns it,’ he says, packing chalk. The jam’s a Bronx win—grit meets air. It’s a parkour rush; catch the next. Bring a grip—walls call.