This in-depth piece of journalism by the always on point Quartersnacks reminds us of two facts… One, Los Angeles, depite its superficy coming with an insane aount of the bits and pieces that make a city might not be the street skating paradise we all secretly dream of when gazing at our local waxed curb! That, and the fact that Mister Van Engelen is one hell of a psyshopath, and the world is lucky he decided to channel his inner tenacity via a skateboard, and not a less positive activity!
Could this be a hint of the possibility of a certain trophy for Mister Van Engelen? Should the switch back lip be the cool trick of the year to come? What exact characteristic of Harvey Keitel's genitalia is unbearable to Thrasher to the point of having to censor it? So many questions, such little bandwidth to answer them all…
