Like the hapless protagonist in every real estate broker's fever dream, Bike Kill moved from Bed-Stuy to Bushwick (—Town) for its eleventh year. But unlike most tableaus of Brooklyn transiency, this one involved jousting.

Mysteriously denied a street closure from the 79th Precinct, the Black Label Bike Club decamped to Bushwick and set up a few blocks from the Jefferson L stop. The 90th Precinct seemed to be hospitable, and the police presence was light.

Click through for Tod Seelie's photos of New Yorkers of every persuasion trading corporeal concerns for reckless vitality. And enjoy the good press, Citi Bike.

Video courtesy Maks Suski.