The Thousands

Though I’ve been skateboarding since 1986, I still hate walking into a skateshop. Either it’s some hardcore store with a crew of snot-nosed punks behind the counter, all wearing clown pants and backwards visors (and smirking at me because I’m not dressed exactly the same), or it’s a big boring mall shop with a surfie chick who thinks a backside tailslide is a stripper move. Feh.**Newtown’s HELL ON WHEELS sells skateboards and BMX bikes and they don’t make you feel like a dickhead when you walk through the door. With tons of old school reissues as well as the newest high-tech popsicle sticks, there’s something for shred dogs pushin’ 40 as well pre-teen Gen Zers. Inner westies rejoice – there’s now no need to trek ‘cross town for a new deck. Sick.