Thrasher Magazine

Posted:July 1st, 2009

A few more days in Denver




accidentally got that ‘rap metal’ filter on this one. Looks kinda nice.










Angel packed a lunch. See, times are tough even for top pros.






David packed a sword.


His sister popped by. Looks like Dave’s got another niece or nephew on the way.


Congratulations!


Matt B gets lazy at Wash park.




Quick crew check. Sinclair and Bennett,


Sinner


Neen


Nial


Nick


Angel


Pete


Greg Piloto


Bastien


Bucky


Stoots


Baca


David


Goemann? Where did he come from?


in-van pyrotechnics






Bank spot deep in ICP country


troll car, no big whoop
















He’s workin’ on it.






Tommy backlipped it.






Product patrol.










Neen goes native.




As a reward for a hot move, I bought the crew a keg.






Which is a great motivator in the short term,


but probably a strategical error in the long


At least something good came out of it.








Pete’s back.


Sessions!
























Stoots and the world’s worst pillow.






this thing


















Harley showed up on his bike.


Although he had a Cajun accent, he claimed to be from Seattle


where he attended high school classes with everyone from Courtney Love


to the drummer from Queensryche


he was also stabbed, apparently.


not that it’s effected him physically




50 one-armed push ups for $5








brothers from different mothers






Then he rode away in a wheelie. ‘There he goes!’ we hollered.


last supper


Pat with some exploratory temporary face ink.


Mike tries to win his money back.








Nope. Pete got it.


18 hour drive is a perfect time to blaze one up.


the Eisenhower






‘I don’t know how the camera could have gotten broke…’


There’s nothing Mike loves better than second-hand smoke and horrible rap music.


We just left them there.


Temporary paradise.


Only 12 hours to go.