Many years ago, Nik Stain was my cabin counselor at skateboard camp. I remember we were watching a Nestor Judkins part that had just come out, and he remarked that he missed skating street so much. Being a tiny kid at the wonderland that is skateboard camp, it confused me why he would want to be anywhere other than there. Watching his graceful attack on New York City, constantly teeter-tottering the delicate balance between a brutal slam & a brilliant maneuver in this latest offering from Johnny Wilson explains quite effectively why he would be missing the streets. Cyrus & Max are pure magic as well. This shit is real skateboarding.