Report: The Broadway Bomb 2013[wptouch target=”mobile”]
The morning came quicker then any of us expected. The evening before was filled with the sights, sounds, and experiences of a proper night on the town. There was the Uncle Funky’s welcoming gathering, and then a raging Brooklyn after-party that seemed as though it never actually planned on surrendering the evening’s exploits to the coming dawn. However, with all of the former eve’s debauchery now the stuff of legend, we awoke strewn about the floor of Alex Price’s modest Brooklyn apartment, with the start of the famed Broadway Bomb drawing near.
It took us two trains to get from Brooklyn to Uptown Manhattan, but what we saw when we finally exited the bustling underground subway labyrinth was a swirling mass of skateboarders, some 1000 to 1500 members strong. The tumultuous tide of boarders, corralled by a hundred or so New York city police officers with barricades, looked to be on the verge of complete pandemonium. As the riders congregated, the police began making arrests, which only added fuel to an already raging fire. No more than fifteen minutes later, the war chant began: “Broadway Bomb! Broadway Bomb! Broadway Bomb!” Growing louder and louder with each second, the police could do nothing but watch as the mass of boarders made a break for the park path that ran along side Broadway boulevard. Hurdling a wall and making their way down a hillside, the surging flow of humans with skateboards bypassed the multiple police roadblocks and barriers. The air heavy with dust, chanting, and now a low flying police helicopter, the event itself became more than just a stunt, it was a statement.
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Successfully getting past most of the initial NYPD roadblocks was an easy feat for the advancing surge of skateboarders. Like trying to grasp at water, all the police could do was attempt to cut off the flow further down the line. So as the wave of skateboarders made their way down Broadway, police began to set up makeshift roadblocks in an effort to slow the rolling tide. With little success, the flow of boarders just continued pushing forward. Neither authority nor automobile could do much to curb the advancing cascade of urethane wheels and jubilant chants. The Broadway Bomb 2013, despite all odds, accomplished exactly what it had set out to do: promote skateboarding under any and all conditions.
As the skaters made their way down to the end of Broadway, they spilled out onto the bike path that runs along the edge of the Hudson river, tracing it along the water’s edge to eventually gather in full force at a small park with a lonely basket ball court and a BBQ pit. Upon arriving at the final destination, skaters rejoiced, recounting close calls and near death experiences of the day over burgers and brown bagged brews. It was a race, a battle, and a protest, all at the same time. From what I later heard, the mainstream media sources proclaimed the Broadway Bomb to be a bust, a complete and total failure. However, if you were on the ground and in the thick of it on that electrifying morning, you know that their prognosis couldn’t have been further from the truth. It was thrilling and in spite of an imposing police presence, it was a complete success. Another gratifying experience mobbing through the streets of New York, and yet another riveting year at the fabled Broadway Bomb.
Thanks for reading, now go to NYC and skateboard.
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