Josh Stricker is one sick motherfucker.

In riding, there are some things that get talked about often, but never get done. One such constant speculation was wallriding the back wall of the Brooklyn Banks. You'd need to launch out of the bank (with no lip to propel you higher, mind you) clear a 10-foot or so walkway, and still hit the wall high enough to ride it. In a word, impossible. Only no one told Josh Stricker. September 8, 2006, the day before the Tiseo Jam. I apologize for the video-grab quality, but Scerbo was filming the line and I didn't want to get in the way. And he was going a billion miles per hour. He didn't come back into the bank or anything, but give him time.



Oh, and by the way: two months later, the tiremarks are still there. Pay homage.