Thrasher Magazine

The Hellride gets gnarlier every year. Raybourn claims the top spot, Ronnie literally gets caked, and Charlie Blair shuts down the festivities with a taildrop of death. Happy Halloween!

Like it always was and will be. Spots come and go; stoke is forever. Barry Brown RIP.

Went to Puerto Rico in 1995 after remembering there was shit to skate. Met up with Bolly and hit the infamous "Ditch of Death."  Someone died there on a board in the '70s. Happy birthday Julien! —Jake Phelps

First rip-ride in Northampton. Vert and street. The riot at the bar Five Bells was 10 times better than this shit.  Mini-vert and warm beer, Justin Ashby rules!

We hit Spain for 21 days.   No one around for miles.  Check Cards last line - tech street gap and then a dose of the gnar gnar.  It's out there, find it.

Hell Riding started in 1990, and by 1993 we were going mental. Cardiel hit Marseille like Katrina. He was 19 years old and down to rip. When he hit it, people just watched in awe—check that lien. Happy birthday, John. Skateboarding wouldn't be the same with out you. —Jake Phelps

After Portland, Washington was next. Met Monk, Smiley, Minnick, and Noah Peacock. Vert ramps? No, the Nature ramp.

City Skates, Portland Oregon. Indoor wasteland. Hosoi did it right.