The Skateboard Mag

187'ing it.

Text Sam McGuire—February 26, 2008

Well, since my application to shoot photos for playboy was denied because they felt the girls wouldn't be able to focus on modeling having such an attractive photographer, I guess i'm stuck in the snowy midwest not shooting any skate photos so you'll just have to excuse the absence of skating and the high amounts of, well, not skating and an over abundance of, well, kind of pointless stuff.

Visited this town I used to live in and figured heck, might as well go by the first (and last) handrail I ever grinded, bs 50-50, there wasn't any snow when I did it, just an awkward looking kid with the most jacked set up skating the dumbest rail in town.

Never seen someone stand in front of so many speakers but when you sound as good as J, guess you can't blame him.

Visited Lincoln, NE and this is how EVERYONE rolls, stretch limo's for days.

Was hyped on this, instead of using stairs they use the entrance "under the stairs", thought how rad it would be to just have the stairs like open up to this secret entrance, I waited around, turned a few knobs I thought could have been portal triggers, said open sesame and, well, nothing happened so...

My parents have this huge bin of stuff from mine and my bro's childhood and there were some dope gems, like my brothers letter here to John Stockton.

And the paper for when SLC got the olympics--they say you remember in vivid detail when dramatic events happen in your life and it's true--at the time I was 10, eating an atomic fireball in a sleeping bag on my living room floor just about to go jump on my trampoline.

Then spent new years in Chicago,

This LOT(squared)D, was on Fausers fridge, dudes got their priorities hella straight.

They turned McCormick Place into this giant skatepark, it was like a big sports festival where just about every sport had this sort of area that people could come play it. Did you know there was a certain style of hacky sack where people play it on a court with a badminton net and they kick the ball over the net and do jesters and stuff to get points and it's like tennis with a hacky sack? No? Good.

Peeped the new iPhone at the Apple store and figured, hey, might as well see how Lennie Kirk's part in Timecode looks--and of course, amazing.

Then I rode across country with Zed and Todd. Somewhere in Kansas Todd got this toy with this illest logo, Captain Butt Trumpet.

Zed's truck is rigged to run off vegetable oil--I forget what he's doing here but it's super rad just trust me.

Mother Load!

Todd's next hemoglobic artistic venture, cum blood.

pheck you.

Albuquerque.

Rocky filming Zed, had such a fun time in Albie (hip new nickname for Albuquerque).

NICE!!!

Bratrud himself reppin for the O.C.!

Zed and Todd share an organically picturesque Santa Cruz moment.

Whaley kills it, switch front crooks!

Ron Ollie

Seth Ollie

Crustside front rock

Ron not afraid to get dirty and light up some blunts.

Mikey rigged some tile for his ramp, actually works really good too.

This is something you would only see in California, and for some reason I want to say Texas too but yeah, a Tiara on a car?

Chris Anderson Bluntslide to Manual. Now I know you might be thinking "yeah right he was trying to clear it," but no, just look a little closer theres a little crack at the end where the sidewalk ends, he was trying to manual that, some next level shit.

Mikey's secret to filming err'y day? Board yay, aka nose candy, get it? Nose of your board...never mind.

Benny feeling the Flare.

Only really posting this because this chick freaked out when she saw my friend Chris taking her picture and was losing her mind yelling at us not to put it online--so, now it's online.

Ladies and Gentleman, the many moods of Chris Anderson.

Mikey blowing it.

Got home and headed to the barn ramp--not sure if you remember the little write up about this barn that has ramps
in it (hence the clever name "the barn ramps") but this is the entrance to the ramp, you have to climb those sketchy stairs on the right, it's pretty rad.

Portland photog Kyle Bunker was back home visiting---so we shot a photo. Then tried a doubles photo with him and Donny.

and it didn't work out too well so we left.

After forever being broken up Hot Water Music played two epic shows in Chicago.

SO---ok, it gets good now (kind of), i'm laying on my couch last week and these two detectives knock on our door and I answer and they let me know that one of our neighbors got murdered early that morning and they were still looking for the suspect. So we were trippin at our house and I woke up and one of my room mates barricaded the door.

So the next day we find out that this kid on his 21st birthday came to town to party and got so shit-faced that he ended up stumbling into this apartment, and the details are still sketchy but basically he stumbled into this 75 year old man's house and beat him to death, not just like one punch but numerous ones enough to kill him--then the kid takes his pants off, leaves his cell phone and wallet at this dudes house, steals one of the old man's coats and leaves. Still no one knows why he was there, pretty craze.

Then back in Minneapolis my good friend Luke, aka London Luke, purchased his new home and started doing some home improvements on it, well, he ended up having to install a new toilet that was just a bit too big and had to cut this rad notch in his door so he could close it. Those brits, always so charming.

I almost ran out of gas and filled er all the way up, started it up and my console said this--true party tank with the 420 mile capacity.