A few hundred bike punks riding mutant welded art-cycles and throwing weird shit at each other in an endless counter-clockwise beer gyre while onlookers partied to the searing riffs of live metal bands made for a perfect Bike Kill Saturday. The 13th installment of the annual party was the first to be held indoors, but if anything the Bushwick warehouse site only amplified the dystopian joy.

In between rides, multiple revelers said the Saturday gathering was one of the biggest in Bike Kill history, and yet apart from the usual dislocated shoulder, sprained knee, and bloody scrape, no serious injuries were recorded. Also, no cops! Bottle rockets, beer cans, gnarly bikes, jousting poles, human bowling and a crowd that tries to watch out for one another—what more could you possibly want?