Central Park pedaled last night with Manhattan’s Bike Day, spinning NYC’s spring wheels. Rider Tariq Evans led 300 cyclists through loops, a free ride fest at dusk. It’s borough spokes—$5 rentals sold, pure CP vibe. A kid wobbled fast; a pro sped smooth. ‘Manhattan rolls—this is it,’ Evans says, pumping tires. The paths turned raceway.
The day’s hot—April 2’s kickoff, it tripled since RSVPs, packing trails by 3 p.m. Evans, a Harlem biker; last night’s crowd hit max—bells rang. A latecomer nabbed a bike; horns cheered—NYC grit glowed. Prizes dropped—spokes ruled. #CPBikeDay trended; Brooklyn’s jealous.
Some griped—’Too packed,’ sniped a walker, dodging wheels. Dust kicked—sneezes hit; ride held. A rival’s pitching a Riverside roll, splitting chains. Still, 400 stayed—bikes reigned. Central Park’s never spun so hard.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a night ride if spring bites. ‘NYC’s streets—this frees ‘em,’ he says, chaining rigs. The day’s a Manhattan win—grit meets glide. It’s a bike blast; catch the next. Bring a helmet—paths call.