The best skaters are often the ones whose skateboarding defies the rigid linguistics of trick names.
Like, are you going to say John Gardner backside 5-0’d a Philly step into a rail and then tucked into a keyhole to get out — or did a back smith on the CBS ledge, immediately changed direction so he could ollie up one short ledge, over another, onto a platform and down a surprise police barricade? Or maybe it is easier to point at the spot and say he “did some John Gardner shit.”
(“Some Max Palmer shit,” and of course, “some Daewon shit” are other common ones at the QS office.)
John is one of those skaters doing what cannot easily be explained, and him being a Bob Burnquist fan makes perfect sense.
