Neville Rollerdrome is like walking into a ’70s time capsule. It’s been around since 1948, but it looks and smells exactly the same as when I skated there in junior high — wood paneling and floor polish, minus the smoking in the bathrooms. Wind Chimes truck stop was next door, which became a series of restaurants that could not survive the Reagan era. But the rink rolls on through the decades, and now you can skate to Justin Beiber and Katie Perry instead of Bon Jovi and ELO.
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