Thrasher Magazine

The old guard and yüng bucks vie for sky time and have a blast on Mothra's new swingset.

Is that pizza doing a nose grind?

Ah, the killer half

Hosoi’s here. Good omen for any killer sesh

Brent and the ramp crew. Don’t get too excited boys

No job too small for Steve Van Doren

Peter, champing at the bit

Almost run down by the Muscle’s egg!

Hell yeah Vamp’s padding up

Hard to recognize Bill with all those clothes, right?

Management, on stand by

Didn’t even make it all the way up the stairs before being distracted by radical. Jordyn, four wheels over

Coping’s eye view of The Muscle™

Master of air, Lincoln Ueda. More to come!

Superman and Darin Jenkins!

Finally made it up top. Hewitt prowls the lip

Barratt busts fishly

Speaking of seafood lovers, Willy scrapes over head first run

Jimmy Wilkins – captured in the wild! This is gonna get good

Hewitt, over the onion with ease

Bucky back on Vans? Back it! Stale boneless

Chris was late for another skate date, but managed to squeeze in a bone-up frontal for the cameramen

And the good ol’ invert revert

Air show’s starting

This lein to tail photo is to show you Vamp’s strong grip game

Wilkins, right to left

Wouldn’t be a Vans sesh without Omar! Over to feeble

Joeless One… to tail

Divebomb indy. What that must feel like?!

Russell slob fasty, clock ticking

Sugarcane the gorge? Ah yes. Gregson made it. That will be his gorgeous head of hair in the corner of the frame for the rest of this article

And in ‘still got it!’ news, Weiss did a Japan to fakie over the gap. I know!

Double coverage of Muscle’s egg over easy

Nicole made it!

The best!

Legend alert! Lonnie Hiramoto blasting over

Speaking of ….

A ripper you may not be familiar with, Shea Donavan was pounding the plywood

Massive floaters to fakie, indy and otherwise

Borden made it! Tail skid into the roll-in

Kicky back lip

‘I need to go!’ He kept telling us, before taking another five runs

Jordyn looks skeptical of Lasko’s Losi but with Grosso as my witness, it’s a make

Boneless, foot on cope

Darin with his patented finger flip to finger flip lein to tail. That brings back some H-Street memories, right oldies?

Tom Schaar lives in my neighborhood. Nosegrind nollie over the gap

Frog’s Brighton Zeuner, FSA smack down

And look who we have here …

Perelson made it!

Mysterious egg man

South Cacka’s Clay Kreiner. Here we go …

Thirty-yard stare ‘cause my camera’s right where Jimmy’s gonna land

Another Grosso Great – Steve Cab making his 478,000th channel crossing

Over to flash n roll. Wow!

Ueda with an oop body jar, smacking to tail three feet out of frame to the left

Hard to style a slob, but Jimmy’s got a handle on it

Straight from the streets – amazing front heel from CK. Hey, what’s Madness?

You’ll find out …

Shea with the wicked nose grab 540

Lasko, blast-o back tail channel!

Zach Miller, tall tail grab

Navs menaced the lip for the first half of the sesh, then went airborne. Kicked down mute for the big air ghouls

Rocket talk

Big Al’s Madonna was beggin’ for some black and white

Patrick Ryan, skyin’!

Classic judo kick from the Milk Man

More frontside sliders. What a trick!

And what have we here???

When Lotti did it I believe it was called a ‘spin out.’ Not sure if that still applies, but Wilkin’s got it!

And the ollie 540, first try, no big deal. Jeesh

Willis teeters for a packed house

Classic bail gun. Sorry, Buck

Kimbel’s ‘Drecht got Cab looking for his Clawz gloves

Sky time under Hultz’ historical gaze

Egg drop, set up

What to do next …

Sheboarders … everywhere

Smokin’ tail grab

Weiss really studying Lincoln’s frontal

‘Yeww!!!’

Egg or frontal? Oh hi, Roman!

Schaar, faar out on this BSO

And the fisheye

Classic Cab

Wilkins, 360 ollie one foot. I know

Scraped out, always

Cedric Pabich, about to drop it into a Smith

Donavan, indy

Does anybody still call him Holmes? BSO

Down for life, Christian and Dressen

Schaar, frontside noseblunt for the boys

And then a startling switch frontside ollie!

Superman with some super socks. That’s dressing for the sesh!

Borden, teetering on the brink

The golden hour was made for Miller time

And lein airs like this too, of course

Inching back down, I managed to catch a few cheeky runs from low-key shredder Griffin

Handplant at dusk

This face is crazy

But not as crazy as the fact that this is a backside disaster. Oh Jimmy

Turnt down Miller

Those socks again!

I wonder if Clay even knows where his pads are at this point?

Ain’t nothing like pure sky time, right?

Thanks Lincoln!

Calling it

Lester Kasai sneaks in a fastplant right before it was too dark to skate

Which is when I chose to blind Lance with my flash

‘The dusk got in my eyes ..’

Hell of a first sesh. Thanks, Jeff! Thanks Steve!