Chelsea buzzed last night with Manhattan’s Drone Fair, speeding NYC’s spring at a 23rd Street lot. Pilot Mia Chen flew quads as 300 gawked, a $10 ticket fest of props. It’s borough wings—pure Chelsea vibe, rotors hot. A kid crashed a rig; a pro looped tight. ‘Manhattan flies—this is it,’ Chen says, tweaking controls. The asphalt turned airfield.
The fair’s fresh—April 3’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by noon. Chen’s a Flatiron flyer; last night’s crowd hit max—drones whirred. A latecomer nabbed a spot; buzz roared—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—flight ruled. #NYCDroneFair trended; Brooklyn wants a prop.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a normie, dodging noise. Wind clipped—tents held; tech held. A rival’s pitching a SoHo zoom, splitting rotors. Still, 400 stayed—wings reigned. Chelsea’s never zoomed so bold.
Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a race if spring bites. ‘NYC’s air—this owns it,’ she says, packing gear. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets thrust. It’s a drone rush; catch the next. Bring a remote—skies call.