Thrasher Magazine

The sun was bright, the revvs were high, and Oakland’s concrete sanctuary of the skate Gods was alive with the spirit of the recently departed. Fix yourself a coffee, grab a snack and enjoy the show.

As a visionary, Mark "Monk" Hubbard changed the landscape of skating forever. Thousands of heart-felt condolences have poured in since Mark passed away. Here are some more rare photos and long-form testimonials from his closest friends.

The Burnside Skatepark celebrated its 28th birthday this year and the party was one of the biggest ones yet. A little rain didn't stop any of the festivities and the music and skating went on late into the night.

Mark "Monk" Hubbard was a skateboarder, artist, musician, builder, dreamer and visionary. This Loveletter is a tribute to Monk in his own words.

You can’t touch Hubbard’s style. He was one of the most unique individuals in skateboarding. A true artist. Most of his moves he made up and named himself. This vid is just a mere peek into the depths of his creativity. We truly lost one of the biggest visionaries of our time and we are forever in his debt. Pick up a shovel and get to work for Hubs. –Sam Hitz

The Hubbard family wishes to donate their proceeds of the sales to the skaters of The Oglala Lakota Nation in the form of skateboards. Monk was made an honorary member of the tribe while building the Pine Ridge skatepark alongside the locals and tribe. This park will forever be one of Mark's proudest contributions. Additionally Beer City will also be donating skateboards to the tribe.

A memorial fund has been created to ease the shock and financial burden of Mark's passing and to help provide for the future.

My friend Roger Mark Hubbard died June 8, 2018. Talk about skateboard legends, this dude saw his destiny. Marty was a true skateboard pioneer. Talk about doing it yourself, this dude did it all. He’s gone but his legend will live forever. I miss him, and there ain’t nobody like him. Once again, rest in peace. Roger Mark Hubbard 1970-2018.–Jake Phelps

Old crusty spots separate the men from the boys. Parque de Carolinas in Quito, Ecuador has been there for 40 years. It ain't going nowhere. I took the best of '97 there and it went off—cops, broads, beers and busting. The next time I went 20 years later, the kids that grew up with the mag wanted some Eccy juice. Took the now dudes and, needless to say, Hellride was on, "Rocky Mountain Way" all the way. —Jake Phelps