Manhattan’s Skate Fair Grinds in Central Park

Central Park shredded last night with Manhattan’s Skate Fair, flipping NYC’s spring near the Bandshell. Skater Mia Chen landed a tre as 300 cheered, a $10 ticket fest of decks. It’s borough wheels—pure CP vibe, ramps hot. A kid ate pavement; a pro nailed a 540. ‘Manhattan skates—this is it,’ Chen says, waxing rails. The paths turned park.

The fair’s fresh—March 15’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 3 p.m. Chen’s a Harlem shredder; last night’s crowd hit max—boards clacked. A latecomer nabbed a deck; dust flew—NYC grit glowed. Runs one day—grinds ruled. #NYCSkateFair trended; Brooklyn wants a rail.

Some griped—’Too rough,’ sniped a newbie, dodging falls. A ramp wobbled—fixed quick; tricks held. A rival’s pitching a Riverside sesh, splitting decks. Still, 400 stayed—wheels reigned. Central Park’s never grinded so bold.

Chen’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a comp if spring bites. ‘NYC’s edge—this cuts it,’ she says, packing gear. The fair’s a Manhattan win—grit meets glide. It’s a skate rush; catch the next. Bring a board—drops call.