Greenpoint’s pavement shredded last night with Brooklyn’s skate jam rolling NYC’s north. Skater Jay Patel landed a kickflip as 200 cheered at McCarren Park, pure BK vibe. It’s borough wheels—free entry, $5 beers, NYC grind soul. A teen ate asphalt; a pro nailed a rail. ‘Brooklyn skates—this is it,’ Patel says, taping grip. The park turned halfpipe.
The jam’s hot—weekly, doubling since March’s drop-in. Patel’s a Williamsburg rider; last night’s crew hit max—boards clacked. A kid landed his first ollie; crowd roared. Cops watched—chill for once. #GreenpointSkate trended; Queens wants a ramp.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a dog walker, dodging. Scrapes bled—bandages ran dry; grit held. A rival’s pitching a Bushwick jam, splitting decks. Still, 300 stayed—skates ruled. Greenpoint’s never rolled so hard.
Patel’s eyeing monthly, maybe a night sesh if lights hold. ‘NYC’s edge—this cuts it,’ he says, waxing a board. The jam’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets glide. Greenpoint’s shred central now; drop in. Bring pads—pavement bites.