Out on the streets with the upstarts. Weekday style.

Double A of the 1-8.

Cody Green as Scoutmaster.

This thing.

Way harder than you thought.

Jose from Venezuela was already there going for it.

Double cross up!

Heavy traffic.

Up stream.

Waimea drop.

Sage preps the course.

Slap and roll!

Jon Sciano is a straight shredder!


Hella locked.

Wow!


Boogie boarder's view of the Waimea drop, just for fun.

Crockett on some fabric analysis, as per usual.

Big Wheat calms him down.


Spot hunt. Not bad, J Tay.

Anyone?

Oh you got that.

Where to go?

Some secret Sean Pablo shit.

Damn!

Consider it nailed.

Yes!

Not bad, Nyjah.

'Switch heel front board?' 'Nah, nah ..'

And for the grand finale, this little number. Holy cow, Cody!

Consider him king of the sesh.

So sick.

Later, at Chima's shoe party. 'Kinda down ...'

Johan, fueling up for the dance floor.

These bros.

Gilbert inspecting the meat pies.

'And what's that one? And that one? And what about that one?'

Man of the hour, shoewise.

The Ferguson bros!

Get those ladies in there!

Enjoy it, young man.

Street artists, everywhere.

Nice little shindig.


Later, the ceremony portion. Commemorative plaque and all.

Let the entertainment begin.

The rock and roll stylings of Cat Power.

Nailing it.

Then Chima took to the stage for a sort of spoken-word/drink-order type performance.

Not without passion.

At this point it was on par with Stairway to Heaven, lengthwise. Wildly entertaining.

On into the night. Congrats, Chima.