Jess Kimura is gnarly. A chick of metallic courage, unmatchable style, who acts as a swift kick to the groin for any lingering male chauvinism in the modern era.  She’s cultivated a way of riding that’s distinctly her own, technically insane, daringly creative, and altogether smooth. This is Jess’ infectiously watchable full part from Wasted Youth, a film out of the burly environs of Revelstoke, BC.