Thrasher Magazine

Posted: August 3rd, 2009

In Johnny’s luxury car on the way to the X-Games.








Ran straight into Serge Ventura. Mike shares his Orangeheads.


Shark Toof, you are a fucking biter .


In the workout tent with Elissa.


We couldn’t see shit from the VIP zone so we decided to sit in the stands. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t let us just sit down.








Ahhhh, perfect.












back among the throngs


Excuse me, where are your child-sized fedoras?


Phelps, 2038.


Johnny fits in among the commerce.


Dario!






Over to the Super Park event.




Keegan grew a new mustache in anticipation.






I-Path’s Raybourn and Ohio.




Rune designed the course to then systematically destroy it.












Tony and Waylon.




The elusive Eagle!


Bartie: zorched.


John monitors his three-way tie.


Bumped!


Your caption here.


Over in the athlete’s lounge, Freedom takes the edge off.


Josh Brooks, Clean Plate Club favorite.


The vert event is all 540s these days. Like fifteen each per run.


The only way to win is to kickflip into one of your fifteen 540s or do a 900.


The whole thing is simultaneously radical and exhausting.