I remember sitting at the bar in a Soho restaurant a few years ago, when a nearby young woman heard something about skateboarding. She used the opportunity to announce to anyone within earshot about how much she hates skateboarders, because she is cursed with living across the street from the [now oft-chained] cellar door on Grand and Centre — and why the hell do they always have to skate in front of her house and make all that noise and don’t they have anything better to do and why can’t the just go to the skatepark and —
…it’s safe to say that Chrome Zone won’t be the video to change her outlook on things, where the cellar door in question plays a sizable supporting role. (Full disclosure: yeah, who wants to live at a famous skate spot? But also …that corner’s a fucking vortex of car horns.)
