Flushing Meadows buzzed last night with Queens’ Drone Race, zipping NYC’s spring sky. Pilot Lena Carter flew a quad as 300 cheered, a $10 ticket thrill by the Unisphere. It’s borough wings—pure Queens vibe, props hot. A kid gaped at loops; a pro clocked speeds. ‘Queens flies—this is it,’ Carter says, tweaking controls. The park turned racetrack.
The race’s fresh—April 1’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing fields by 3 p.m. Carter’s a Corona flyer; last night’s crowd hit max—drones whirred. A latecomer nabbed a view; crashes sparked—NYC grit glowed. Prizes hit $500—speed ruled. #QueensDrones trended; Brooklyn’s grounded.
Some griped—’Too noisy,’ sniped a picnicker, dodging buzz. Wind flipped a rig—fixed fast; race held. A rival’s pitching a LIC zoom, splitting props. Still, 400 stayed—flight reigned. Flushing Meadows’s never zoomed so bold.
Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a night glow if spring bites. ‘NYC’s air—this owns it,’ she says, packing gear. The race’s a Queens win—grit meets thrust. It’s a drone dash; catch the next. Bring goggles—blades call.