Thrasher Magazine

When this crew touches down in your town, all hell breaks loose. Skate Rock made it to Africa, but they barely came home alive.

In a continent chock full of abundant natural resources, we decided to add a little fuel to the fire. Bands, boarding, and bumming. Well yeah, this ain't no dew tour boys.  Stay tuned.  –Jake Phelps

The Fatback Skate Rock Super 8 experience. This was a once in a life-time trip. Check it out and if you want it, go fuckin' get it! —Jake Phelps

It seriously doesn't get much better than this. Skate Rock down the Mississippi River—Thanks Jake!

Thanks to Jim Beam, garlic, road miles, gas cards, Waters and crew, Monster, Contour, Sypniewski, and all the bands. Jaws, Raybourn, Gravette, and four SOTYs—one epic adventure. Hopefully another one is right around the corner...

Stopped in Oxford for a slice of suck, got into a jam and had to bail on Jackson. Made it to the Big Easy and lurked at an indoor bowl. 6am flight on Sunday, fuck this is what we do. —Jake Phelps

24 hours of Memphis. We bootlegged a show at the Gaslight and blew Altown out with an onslaught from Figgy, Gerwer, David Gonzalez, Gravette, Patlanta, and Raney. Some epic shit here kids!

St. Louis under the bridge, from the gutter to the stars. Here's Raney, Fardell, Gerwer, Riley Hawk and the crew. Also, this has one of the gnarliest spots on the trip; Hermann's Hole—a river dance nightmare.

Chillin' in Illinois. Chicago to Carbondale and then into St. Louis—Raybourn's out, Jaws and Gravette step in. Shop owner quote of the day after it was over, "Is there gonna be a product toss?"