Soundview rolled last night with the Bronx’s Skate Workshop, shredding NYC’s spring at a Bruckner lot. Skater Lena Carter taught ollies as 50 dropped, a $15 class for deck tricks. It’s borough wheels—pure BX vibe, ramps hot. A kid ate pavement; a pro nailed a flip. ‘Bronx skates—this is it,’ Carter says, taping grip. The asphalt turned park.
The shop’s fresh—March 20’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 3 p.m. Carter’s a Mott Haven shredder; last night’s crowd hit max—boards clacked. A latecomer nabbed a deck; dust flew—NYC grit glowed. Skills landed—grind ruled. #BronxSkateShop trended; Queens wants a rail.
Some griped—’Too rough,’ sniped a mom, dodging falls. Scratches bled—bandages ran; grit held. A rival’s pitching a Fordham sesh, splitting decks. Still, 60 stayed—wheels reigned. Soundview’s never grinded so bold.
Carter’s teasing a comp, maybe a night run if spring bites. ‘NYC’s edge—this cuts it,’ she says, waxing rails. The shop’s a Bronx win—grit meets glide. It’s a skate rush; join the next. Bring pads—drops call.