Thrasher Magazine

Leave the mopping to the pros, please.

We recruited Beebee's steady hand.

Straight forward-ish.

Early Ernies.

Burman. Nosegrind stale. Not bad.

Good crowd for a vert night.

PLG.

All the moves.

Weiss takes a Godoy drop into the bank.

Lorifice!

Glifberg, stateside.

Oh shit.

Stafford!

Colin was nice to open up his ramp to the hordes. Frontside cab kickflip for Best Trick. 'He don't need the money. Just give it to Div!' said Danny Way.

No arguments here.

P Stone, the gourmet Van Doren of celebrity grilling.

Lee Dawg, keeping it mellow, as always.

Industry titans - Rogers and Blabac.

You wish you were Hosoi and Max in the 80s.

Fick and Johnson.

Des and KOTR legend, Mario Miller.

Mike and Pete.


Matt, Ben and Marcel.

Ramp talk.


We hauled out the tombstone. Wouldn't you know, the Mac is the first one up on it.

PLG picks.

Alex only tried a handful of times, but looked like he coulda done anything he wanted on that thing.

Rock fakie. Nine feet of vert. No big deal.

Div with the ol' side D.

Back crail, Mac-wise.

Rune aired in.

Tailgrab nosegrind. Jesus!

Lip up.

Jake liked PLG's back D the best. It was pretty sweet, we all agreed.

Pedro.

The 'holy shit' moment definitely came when Elliot Sloan pulled a fuckin' eggplant on the thing.

Phillips would have been proud, maybe.

The kids.

Vert fans - Alex, Jim and Choi.


Thrasher 'tude.

Hey!

Zach Miller and a special lady friend.






Facilitators.

Your caption here.

Thanks for coming out.

Rock music.

The kids go nuts for this stuff.

'All I'm sayin' is Ken Park could tuck an egg.... That's all I'm sayin'!'

When the oversized check comes out, so does the crowd.

Everyone took a turn practicing their victory reaction.

'Yeah, but that egg was bananas!' Thanks, bros.