Midland Beach roared last night with Staten Island’s Car Show, revving NYC’s spring by the shore. Gearhead Tariq Evans polished a ’67 Mustang as 400 gawked, a $10 ticket peek at chrome. It’s borough wheels—pure SI vibe, engines hot. A kid traced a fender; a pro snapped a V8. ‘Staten drives—this is it,’ Evans says, wiping rags. The lot turned showroom.
The show’s fresh—April 3’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing sand by noon. Evans, a St. George wrench; last night’s crowd hit max—horns blared. A latecomer nabbed a view; exhaust puffed—NYC grit glowed. Awards hit classics—speed ruled. #SICarShow trended; Bronx wants a ride.
Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a beachgoer, dodging rumbles. Oil slicked—wiped fast; shine held. A rival’s pitching a Tottenville rev, splitting hoods. Still, 500 stayed—cars reigned. Midland’s never revved so bold.
Evans hints at a monthly run, maybe a cruise if spring bites. ‘NYC’s roads—this rolls ‘em,’ he says, packing tools. The show’s a Staten win—grit meets chrome. It’s a car rush; catch the next. Bring a lens—curves call.