Metro

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Ramp Front to Back
Metro Painted Deck
Inside the Shop
Outside the Shop
Inside the Shop
 

About

What then is time? If no one asks me, I know what it is. If I wish to explain it to him who asks, I do not know. – Saint Augustine

This page is devoted to the query, what then is Metro. If time froze, like a cryogenic Jason if Friday the 13th part 10, that question would not go without answer. In that static incaration we’d be Captains of Industry…web launches, photo shoots, Myspaces, HTML, HTTP servers, binary code, Tela Obliteration, Flux Capacitors…maybe not so much captains, but at least crewman, swabbing the deck of industry! While that slogan’d look swell printed on a vintage T, it’s a long way from encapsulating the whole store, If a wine connoisseur happened to get a taste of Metro, the review would read – Supple somewhat fleshy store, with vampire like finish. Subtle overtones of Alaskan Crab Fisherman, Grifters and Greasers. Full bodied, with a hint of Fop. I rather like that definition and if you string it all together into one word it sums up the store quite handily while simultaneously ousting Antidisestablishmentarianism as the longest word in the English language! This is it, our big day, Metro’s in the computer! No, we’re INNNN the computer, or on the internet in any case…did I mention that we’re a skateshop?