Thrasher Magazine

Less than 24 hours later, Choco KOTR, still in Denver.



I woke up every morning to this. His diligence is unparalleled.

And fuck Scott Kartagagnem.

Easing into it.

First one seated. Nice.

Pre-breakfast hits.

Wall drop thee-atts.

Raging rooftop, overly-death defying edition.

Harsh track.

So fucked.








Local customs.








Ah, the freedom!

Back at the park.

The lower lip was there but the miller flip would have to wait.

Ever see a grown man on one of these? The average person makes no distinction between us and them. Just something to think about.

Hot bean.

The locals know this thing.




Trust exercise number 93.

These are the best days of our lives.

Late night at a suburban skate court.

Manuals and coozies.

Big Wheat arrives casually late. Straight to biz. This chick shreds!!!

Down to help the boys, too.

This girl, not quite so hot on the board.

Her spirit was there, though.

In a lot of ways, that's even more important.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?'

Foreshadowing.

The locals wrangled a not-so-natty dread.

We're countin' it.

If we've given these kids at least one story they can laugh about with their buddies for the next few weeks then our work here has not been in vain.

Meanwhile, in the more athletic area of the park.

It's preferably palms-up, right?

A lil' GTWYC goes a long way on KOTR.

Next thing you know: Street Raven!

Here's where the skills of a vet come into play, though this switch 50 was totally on accident.

There's the stuff. Eldy kills!

Mark it, dude!