Thanks to @johnnydeguzman on IG for the intel
Once upon a time, in a pre-Pratt Rush galaxy far away, Williamsburg was not the eminent skateboard destination that it is today. The Monument™ sat barren for days at a time, only one of its precious curbs waxed. Reggaeton Ledges was still home to Reggaeton basketball tournaments. The B.Q.E. Lot was merely a parking lot — not the internationally recognizable epicenter of crushed cinderblock sculptures that kinda-sorta resemble quarterpipes that it is today.
Skating east over the bridge, you’d notice something gleaming out of the corner of your right eye as you begin to hit the hill into Brooklyn. It was a Two-Up Two-Down, a couple hundred feet below.
“What’s that?!” one of your idiot friends would exclaim.
You’d skate down the bridge, forsake whatever plans of skating whatever bad spot you had in mind, and navigate your way over to this speck of a skate spot that you saw from above. If it was before 2010, the ground wound up being unskateable trash. If it was after 2010, the ground wound up being skateable trash. If it was 2015, and you were a Virginian, you actually just went there to skate on trash.
And today, it is 2018, and the spot is no longer with us to sing its siren song and entice bushy-eyed skaters making their first pilgrimage over the Williamsburg Bridge.
R.I.P. — until it’s 2019 and like, Eli Reed or somebody charges a backside 5050 hippy jump back to 5050 on it or some shit.