As Mr. Powderly neared the museumâ€™s entrance, he jumped off the cycle and pointed it toward a bare stretch on a garage door across the street. Mr. Roth pulled a laser pointer from his pocket, and as he moved the laserâ€™s green dot across the wall, a line of what looked like thick, drippy paint lit up its surface, roughly following the motion of his hand.
This actually sounds pretty darn cool.
Joining the crowd of cyclists, Mr. Powderly followed them as they moved through the honking streets of Brooklyn. In search of a spot to project their graffiti, they settled on the handball courts of McCarren Park in Greenpoint.
Mr. Powderly positioned the cycle to face the courtâ€™s gray concrete wall. Within a few minutes, someone had drawn a detailed sketch of a bicycle, and another person had traced an outline of an American flag.