Jackson Heights whirred last night with Queens’ Robotics Club, crafting NYC’s spring at a 37th Avenue shop. Techie Jay Patel led 40 with bots, a $15 meet for gear kids. It’s borough gears—pure Queens vibe, motors hot. A kid wired a claw; a pro coded a path. ‘Queens builds—this is it,’ Patel says, tweaking screws. The room turned workshop.
The club’s fresh—March 28’s start, it doubled since RSVPs, packing benches by 6 p.m. Patel’s a Corona tinker; last night’s crowd hit max—lights blinked. A latecomer nabbed a kit; sparks flew—NYC grit glowed. Bots rolled out—tech ruled. #QueensRobotics trended; Brooklyn wants a bolt.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a grump, dodging whirs. Space pinched—latecomers stood; builds held. A motor jammed—fixed quick; work rolled. Staten wants a turn, but Jackson Heights owns it—gears rule. The shop’s never whirred so bold.
Patel’s teasing a comp, maybe a park if spring bites. ‘NYC’s future—this drives it,’ he says, packing tools. The club’s a Queens win—grit meets grid. It’s a robot rush; join the next. Bring a wrench—circuits call.