Midtown buzzed last night with Manhattan’s Drone Night, flying NYC’s spring at a 6th Avenue rooftop. Pilot Tariq Evans looped quads as 200 gawked, a $10 ticket bash of props. It’s borough wings—pure Midtown vibe, rotors hot. A kid crashed a rig; a pro nabbed a skyline. ‘Manhattan flies—this is it,’ Evans says, tweaking sticks. The roof turned airfield.
The night’s fresh—April 2’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing rails by 7 p.m. Evans, a Harlem flyer; last night’s crowd hit max—drones whirred. A latecomer nabbed a remote; lights blinked—NYC grit glowed. Flights hit the sky—tech ruled. #NYCDrone trended; Brooklyn wants a buzz.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging hums. A prop snapped—fixed quick; lift held. A rival’s pitching a Chelsea zoom, splitting rigs. Still, 300 stayed—wings reigned. Midtown’s never zoomed so bold.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a race if spring bites. ‘NYC’s sky—this owns it,’ he says, packing gear. The night’s a Manhattan win—grit meets thrust. It’s a drone rush; catch the next. Bring a remote—airs call.