Thrasher Magazine

Roadside stop in Utah during the Golden Hour.





Glorious Utah; Toy Machine tour neverending.



Only a matter of time before the hand got in the mix.

A quick contest of strength.

Everyone had their own unique tossing style.





Olympic!









'Sweet fuckin' huck!' thought Deanna, probably.

But in the end, there was no one who could toss it like Johnny.



Like a goddamned cannon.

He became full-time tosser.





The catchers.

Fierce competitors, all.

 

That thing would wack the crap out of you.








None finer.

Good times. If there's one post destined to confuse and upset those who only know Thrasher through Facebook and the website, this is it. Again, you're welcome, foreigners and cheapskates.