Mott Haven rolled last night with the Bronx’s Skate Clinic, shredding NYC’s spring. Skater Lena Carter taught 50 kids to ollie, a $10 skills fest on 138th. It’s borough wheels—pure BX vibe, ramps hot. A kid ate pavement; a pro nailed a kickflip. ‘Bronx skates—this is it,’ Carter says, taping boards. The lot turned park.
The clinic’s fresh—March 24’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing curbs by 3 p.m. Carter’s a Soundview shredder; last night’s crowd hit max—decks clacked. A latecomer nabbed a board; dust flew—NYC grit glowed. Tricks landed—skills ruled. #BronxSkate trended; Queens wants a ramp.
Some griped—’Too rough,’ sniped a mom, dodging falls. Scratches bled—bandages ran; grit held. A rival’s pitching a Fordham grind, splitting decks. Still, 60 stayed—wheels reigned. Mott Haven’s never rolled so hard.
Carter’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a comp if spring bites. ‘NYC’s edge—this cuts it,’ she says, waxing rails. The clinic’s a Bronx win—grit meets glide. It’s a skate surge; join the next. Bring pads—pavement bites.