Cory Juneau awaits his turn in the bowl at a skate park in Encinitas, California, one of his go-to spots when he’s home in San Diego. He peers over the lip. “Homie’s teaching the young locals how to skate,” he says. An instructor is working with a kid—a grom, in skaterspeak— no older than six and wearing pads on every limb. The grom wipes out. This will take a minute, so Juneau kills time by riding along the bowl’s perimeter. He lands a kickflip but fudges the heelflip that follows. “My legs are so sore,” he says, slightly embarrassed. It’s late May, and he just got back from competing in the Dew Tour, as in Mountain Dew, in Iowa, where he placed eighth. But it’s no big deal, since he’s…
