The concrete jungle that is New York City has been a hotbed of skateboarding for a long time now. Many shredders have taken on the endless miles of concrete, asphalt, and iron in order to forge their individual Paths of Rad. Countless numbers have weaved in and out of its traffic—auto, human, and otherwise—so as to tap into the Chi and Flow that is at the very heart of skateboarding. The annual Broadway Bomb and the days surrounding it are an ode to the unique adventure that is skateboarding in NYC. Wheelbase was there; we had a blaster!
Dave Tannaci and myself arrived in New York City real, real early a couple days before the actual Broadway Bomb event—Dave coming from San Francisco, and I from Los Angeles. We got off our respective planes at JFK airport, had a couple coffees at the airport’s Starbros, and proceeded to take the train into the city to see what we could get ourselves into. After meeting up and rapping with Dave’s New York homie, Jasper, we decided to drop off our bags at his pad in Brooklyn and then mob our way over to the ish-new Chelsea Piers Skatepark. The session there was definitely a blast—we hit some coping and laid into a handful of deep carves. It’s definitely a beautiful park to shred and includes a rad view of the Hudson River and of New Jersey on the other side.
Next, we decided to spend some time just shredding around the city. We skated for at least 15 to 20 miles through the various districts soaking up the scenery and enjoying the ride. Pushing around New York City is like nothing else. There is so much going on that it’s almost overwhelming at times. You have to get in your own little groove and just go for it—cabs, trucks, dogs, and people zipping everywhere. It’s wild! Mid way through the day we pit-stopped in Grenwich Village for lunch at this little spot called Westville. EG, of Sector 9 had recommended it to us, so we had to check that shit out. The food was definitely tasty and we really enjoyed all the people watching: hippy-hipsters, young-beardo-intellectuals, and silky-jump-suited-coeds. Fun stuff for sure.
Quote of the Dave:
“Hobo bag in full effect while exploring the scenic concrete and asphalt structures of Manhattan. Lots of mobbing, scrumptious snacks, humid subway tunnels, fresh fruit and Marcus owning on rollerbladers . . . “
When the sun began to fall, we decided to head back over to Brooklyn and meet up with Dave’s homie Jasper. We were pretty beat by then, being that we flew through the previous night and then skateing all day, but we were in “New York damn it!” so we mustered up a second-wind and hit the streets once more for an epic Puerto Rican tapas dinner and some refreshing libations.
Our night ended on the roof of Jasper’s apartment checking out the seemingly endless lights of NYC. We settled in to enjoy our full bellies, the buzz of the day’s skating, and the excitement for what was yet to come . . .