Lucas Silveira // Hawaii // 3:52

The barrel feast between the moments of 2:35  and 3:06 tells us, not only has Lucas Silveira earned his Pipe stripes, he rocks ’em like a tiger in a pen full of zebras. The stand-alone air at Rocky’s (2:04) tells us, ol’ Luke’s comfy at altitude, but he’s not dependent on any single atmosphere. The horrifically enthusiastic Sunset tear at  3:19 that tells us, not only do we have a talent worth keeping eyes on, we’ve got a rail game that’s impossible to keep eyes off of. And that’s the kind of well-roundedness that tells the ‘CT: Here I come, bitches.