It could be the prop for a movie set. An ascetic, dark garage. All brick walls painted white, with loose weights in quiet, functional order. Thick black metal bars bolted onto the wall, with rings and ropes hanging from them. Some natural light filters from the translucent glass blocks on the ceiling. What's above? Don't ask. No one cares. May be if there was an abandoned train station nearby, this place could be more authentic. May be not. The clientele, are mostly covered with tattoos, shave their heads and wear their their facial hair long. Long. Piercings. Not hipsters from Brooklyn. Not 'boot camp' in inverted commas, for the cultural tourist, but the actual boot camp. The one of the armed forces, or where that intersects indistinguishably with a longboard. The atmosphere is friendly and open, not effusive by any stretch but not at all exclusive. This place is the real deal. Look no further. read more