Bike kill

“Sometimes [Bike Kill] feels like the apocalypse, and you’re about to watch someone die, and other times it’s like ‘people should bring their kids to this.'"
Riders had to contend with a slightly narrower area, forcing everyone to do slower laps and giving it the feel of an exuberantly weird parade.
Bike Kill returned, in all of its head-spinning and peddle-pumping glory, to a parking lot in Long Island City on Saturday.
About a third of the raucous bash successfully relocated Saturday afternoon.
"We've been sitting here, and [the cops] been the ones making a ruckus, when we just want to ride bikes."
The weird and wild-as-hell party known as Bike Kill was held indoors for the first time in its 13 year history.
"This has been the best Bike Kill ever," one dust-covered man was heard saying to a buddy as festivities wound to a close on Saturday evening, and indeed, he may have a point.
Unlike most tableaus of Brooklyn transiency, this one involved jousting.
Bike Kill has moved. To find out where, you'll need to ask a member of the Black Label Bike Club, the group that sponsors the event.
The tenth annual Bike Kill rumbled into Bed-Stuy Saturday afternoon, bringing music, wet tennis balls and lots of modified bicycles to a dead end street in front of P.S. 54.
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Because it's important to consider alternative transportation options in a post-Sandy Mad Max world, here's a look at Bike Kill, one of Brooklyn's greatest and weirdest traditions.
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