MEET
YOU
AT
SLUMS
LOT
BY MATTHEW KAISER
Twenty miles southwest of the nation’s capital, along a decrepit suburban corridor, a collection of homemade
skate features has sprouted up on a
weedy slab of broken concrete once occupied by a gas station and a dumpty
greasy spoon called Lums, known as
Slums to locals. To glassy-eyed commuters crawling by in their four-wheel
coffins, the crusty corner may seem
like a scar on the landscape, a postapocalyptic wasteland to be avoided.
But where the human herd senses danger, one resourceful skateboarder recognized the empty lot as an opportunity
to build something special – Slums Lot.