It was a private rooftop event—very curated, very hush. The guest list was tight. Phones were bagged at the door. Everyone thought it was just going to be cocktails and skyline views.
Then the novelty ride showed up.
We tucked it behind a velvet curtain. Waivers were signed. The operator was calm and professional, which helped set the tone. Once the first person tried it, word spread across the rooftop like wildfire.
By the end of the night, everyone had watched. Half had ridden. And no photos ever surfaced. That’s what made it perfect.
