Shortly after this photo was taken someone fired a rocket at the blimp 😁

I’ve lived on Abbott and 78th for about a decade and in the past year every shop on my usual shopping block 74-75 and Collins (two bodegas, my favorite bakery, deli and two small restaurants), have been closed down. Probably bought out to build some new ugly ass condo. I understand things change, but it’s tough to see all of these small businesses getting pushed out. North beach used to be the last neighborhood in Miami Beach that’s retained its character and charm, wedged between mid beach and surfside. I loved it. Still love it but sad to see it go. Rents will probably skyrocket next year and we’ll have to move.

PLEASE HELP ME FIND MY STOLEN MOTORCYCLE

I’m literally shaking right now. My CBR1000 was stolen this morning 2:54am and I’m desperately trying to find it. I just moved to Miami about a month ago, and I honestly don’t even know where to start.
Motorcycle: Honda CBR1000
License plate: Maryland — 787Y97
Last seen: Little Havana
Stolen : 2:54AM October 15

If anyone has seen my bike, noticed anything suspicious, or has any information, PLEASE reach out to me. Even the smallest lead could help me get it back.
I’m new to the area, and this is absolutely devastating. Please share this post with local motorcycle groups and anyone in the Miami area. I would be incredibly grateful for any help.
Please keep an eye out for my bike. Thank you so much. less

We riot.

Motorcycle: Honda CBR1000
License plate: Maryland — 787Y97
Last seen: Little Havana
Stolen : 2:54AM October 15

Please contact me if you know anything.

I tried going twice before but ended up leaving because the wait was over 2 hours. Today I finally woke up early enough to try them and honestly… after all that hype, I was expecting more lol. Guess they’re not all they’re cracked up to be 😂

Hi! I live in South beach and just got a car. I need it to make long trips 2-3x a week, not every day. It’s a beater and I often have some time when I have to park it so I figured I’d try out residential parking and if it sucks I’ll consider a garage. I don’t mind walking a few blocks from a spot.

The question is: how long can I leave it in one spot? E.g. if I don’t need it for a few days, do I have to move it? How many days is that?

I have a permit (zone 2), so I know overnight is ok, just not how MANY overnights. I can’t find this info ANYWHERE. Thank you!

is there a way to get from fort lauderdale airport to miami with renting a car or getting an uber? i hear it can cost around $60?

My adult daughter & I want to SUP to Raccoon Island. I have read that fresh water is what the raccoons need most.

But what foods have you seen the raccoons really like?

Should we just rent SUP boards from the park, or go on a guided tour? We have never been there.

TIA!!

Any recommendations on a shop to get new rims? 2004 Honda Civic , little havana area.
I’ve been calling but a lot only have the tire

TIA !!

UPDATE- Got it fixed

Wheels and Tires 1935 W Flagler Street

Great shop !

Hi yall just trying to see if anyone knows of any baseball or softball leagues preferably in the Miami Lakes areas.

Hi!

We wanna go to a party with my boyfriend this weekend.

I’ve seen a couple great clubs but all of them are electronics, techno. But that’s not what we are looking for now.

We are kinda basic; Latin music (Morad, Bad Bunny, El Alfa) or Pitbull etc lol.

Thank youuu! ❤️

Lots of dudes ride trucks that look rednecky. Lots of dog whistle stickers ie code4, Blue lives matter. Big Maga city that votes red. Lots of folks voting against their own interests. Ice sympathizers. Help me out here. what am i missing. why should i feel proud of this city?

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Hi, my wife and I are flying down to Miami for the first time for our Anniversary, and im trying to find stuff for us to do, What are yalls opinions on the VIP seafood slam, is it worth the 300+ dollars??

Pretty much what the title says. A new Barnes & Noble location is opening in Midtown (3201 N Miami Ave., Miami, FL 33127). I will be there signing copies of my debut novel Magic City Mayhem from 3-5PM. If you can make it, I'd love to meet some new readers.

Edit: Thank you all for the love and support! It was a truly great event and it was nice to meet some fellow Redditors out in the wild.

Let me start by saying this: I knew the people behind what eventually became Link Miami Rebels long before they were calling themselves that. Back when they were known as Filter, throwing parties at the legendary Electric Pickle, Miami’s electronic music scene was something entirely different.

Those were genuinely good times. Some of the DJs who later became prominent names, including Ms. Mada and Thunder Pony, built their reputations on those dance floors. My history with some of these individuals goes even further back, but for the sake of keeping this relatively short and objective, I’ll stick to what matters.
Back then, Miami had character. Real character.
You had the Electric Pickle, The Vagabond, Grand Central, and Bardot. Then you had the heavy hitters: Cameo, LIV, Mansion, Shine, and, of course, the undisputed institution that was Club Space.

Space was bringing in names like Nic Fanciulli, with Oscar G holding down his legendary residency. The scene had a strong identity built around tribal house, progressive house, electro, and trance. There was direction. There was purpose. There was an actual nightlife culture.
People went to clubs to listen to music, dance, socialize, have a few drinks, and enjoy themselves. Simple as that.
Clubs were clubs. Not yoga studios, spiritual retreats, or experimental wellness centers disguised as nightlife venues.

And Miami certainly didn’t need a group of self-appointed cultural visionaries returning from a few trips to Spain and elsewhere in Europe, dressed like bohemian prophets and smelling like incense, to explain to us what nightlife was supposed to look like.
Miami already had an identity.
Ultra Music Festival was flourishing. Daft Punk had made their historic Miami appearance in 2006. Entrepreneurs like Louis Puig had already contributed enormously to building a nightlife industry with international recognition.
Miami wasn’t waiting to be discovered. It was already on the map.

But something began changing.
Filter started small, gradually recruiting people, building connections, and consolidating its influence. Many of those involved came through FIU or shared overlapping social circles. They understood something very important: when you bring enough promoters, DJs, and connected people together, you can influence where the crowd goes.
And influence, when exercised without humility, can eventually become something else entirely.
The name Filter was almost prophetic.

Because, in my opinion, that’s precisely what they eventually became: a filter deciding who belonged, who deserved opportunities, and who would be left outside looking in.
As the organization evolved, individuals such as Lucas Zaglul, Coloma Kaboomsky, David Danese, and the broader leadership surrounding them became increasingly influential in shaping Miami’s electronic music scene.
They embraced what I would describe as a European-inspired nightlife philosophy, centered around creating an experience, encouraging a supposedly healthier, freer mindset, and turning the club into something beyond an ordinary night out.

Nothing inherently wrong with innovation.
But innovation without substance eventually becomes a trend. And trends have expiration dates.
Somewhere along the way, the experience became more important than the music, the branding became more important than the talent, and the business became more important than the culture.
The irony is almost comical.
You promote this image of wellness, freedom, consciousness, and spiritual connection while operating within a nightlife environment where recreational drug consumption remains an undeniable reality.
I’m not suggesting these promoters invented drug culture or that every attendee participates in it. Miami nightlife had drugs long before any of these individuals entered the picture.

But I do question the contradiction between the carefully marketed image of a healthier, enlightened nightlife experience and the actual culture that developed around some of these marathon events.
For a generation of clubgoers, the night increasingly became less about having a drink, enjoying a DJ, and going home, and more about surviving an extended party experience.
And while some patrons continue purchasing bottles and spending heavily at the bar, others arrive with a ticket and their own substances, prepared to remain on the dance floor for hours upon hours.

So where exactly is the healthier experience?
Where is the cultural responsibility?
And at what point does a supposedly liberating concept become just another commercially packaged lifestyle?
These are legitimate questions.
Meanwhile, the industry’s obsession with marathon events, exclusivity, branding, and curated experiences has, in my view, contributed to a growing disconnect between the music and the audience.
And perhaps the most disappointing part of all this is what happened to the people who didn’t fit the formula.
Over the years, I’ve heard and experienced concerns about favoritism, exclusion, and alleged blacklisting within Miami’s nightlife industry. Talented DJs, independent promoters, and other individuals who wanted to contribute something authentic often found themselves navigating an increasingly concentrated network of influence.

Now, let’s be clear: nobody is obligated to book everybody. A promoter has every right to choose whom they work with.
But when a small circle of individuals accumulates significant influence over venues, bookings, and professional relationships, it raises a fair question:
Are we building a music community, or are we protecting a private club of people who already know each other?
Because those are two very different things.
And a scene that repeatedly rewards proximity over originality eventually pays a cultural price.
Then there’s the leadership itself.

For years, Coloma Kaboomsky has been one of the figures associated with this operation. My criticism of him isn’t about his appearance, his height, or how intimidating someone thinks he looks surrounded by security.
It’s about leadership, accountability, and the difference between exercising authority and earning respect.
I’ve seen enough of Miami nightlife to understand that some people confuse having influence inside a nightclub with having genuine stature outside of it.
They are not the same thing.

There have also been discussions and allegations surrounding financial disputes and management accountability involving individuals and organizations connected to the scene. Any specific claims of missing funds, lawsuits, or misconduct deserve examination through actual court records and documented evidence rather than nightclub gossip.
But the larger question remains: when financial interests, personal relationships, and concentrated control become intertwined, who is holding leadership accountable?
And who ultimately suffers when those relationships deteriorate?

Usually, it’s the artists, the employees, the smaller promoters, and the culture itself.
That’s what bothers me most.
Not that some people became successful. Good for them.
Not that they built businesses. Entrepreneurship deserves recognition.
But success should never become an excuse to treat an entire music scene as personal property.
You can own a nightclub. You cannot own a culture.
And that’s where I believe Miami lost something.
The city gradually moved away from the raw, spontaneous, musically driven environment that made its nightlife extraordinary and toward an increasingly manufactured experience, where the same circles, the same concepts, and the same social machinery continue recycling themselves.

A different flyer. A different stage. A different wellness-inspired slogan.
But somehow, the same formula.
And after enough years, the formula starts showing its age.
I recently came across promotional material for III Points, and it reminded me just how much time has passed since those early Electric Pickle days.
The people who once represented a new generation of Miami nightlife are no longer newcomers challenging an established industry.

They are the establishment now.

And that’s a fascinating transformation.
Because eventually, every generation that builds its identity around being rebellious must confront an uncomfortable reality: what happens when the rebels become the gatekeepers?
What happens when the people who once challenged the old guard become the very authority they once claimed to oppose?
What happens when an entire brand built around cultural rebellion becomes another business defending its own position?

You can call yourself a rebel for twenty years.
But rebellion is not a permanent identity simply because you printed it on a flyer.
At some point, you have to ask what you’re actually rebelling against.
And whether you’ve become the thing you once criticized.
Looking at the scene today, I see an industry that has certainly achieved commercial success, but I also see a culture that, in my opinion, has sacrificed part of its authenticity along the way.
More branding doesn’t necessarily mean better music.
More attendance doesn’t necessarily mean a healthier scene.

And more influence doesn’t necessarily mean better leadership.
Some of us who were around before this entire machinery existed remember a Miami that didn’t need to explain how special it was.
You could feel it the moment you walked into the club.
The music spoke for itself.
And here’s perhaps the greatest irony of all.
Some of the people who were excluded, overlooked, or simply refused to participate in that ecosystem eventually moved on.

We built businesses. We pursued other ambitions. We continued making music, developing our own identities, and creating lives that didn’t depend on receiving approval from a particular promoter or being welcomed into a particular nightclub.

We discovered something far more valuable than access.
Independence. And there is an extraordinary freedom in realizing that you don’t need to spend your entire life chasing somebody else’s definition of relevance.
So, in a strange way, perhaps a thank-you is appropriate.
Thank you for reminding some of us that our ambitions were always bigger than your guest lists.
Thank you for showing us that a career, a legacy, and a meaningful life can exist far beyond the walls of a nightclub.
And thank you for proving that being excluded from somebody else’s circle can sometimes become the greatest motivation to build your own.
Because time has a remarkable way of revealing the difference between influence and legacy.
Influence is what people exercise while they control the room.

Legacy is what remains when they no longer do.
And as the years continue passing, that’s the question I would leave for the leadership behind Link Miami Rebels:
When the parties eventually end, when the crowds move on, and when the next generation no longer recognizes your names, what will remain of everything you built?
Will people remember a movement that elevated Miami’s music culture and opened doors for generations of artists?
Or will they remember an influential business operation that became so protective of its own position that it forgot the community from which it emerged?
I have my own perspective, shaped by years of watching this scene evolve.
Others may disagree. That’s perfectly fine.
But no organization, regardless of how successful or influential it becomes, should be above criticism.
Especially one that built its identity around the word rebels.
Because the real test of rebellion isn’t how loudly you challenge authority when you’re young.

It’s how you behave when you become the authority yourself. And perhaps that’s the most revealing part of this entire story.
You spent years building an empire around the idea of freedom.
But for some of us, real freedom began the moment we stopped needing anything from you.
Enjoy the empire.

Time will decide what it was worth.