Frost goes over a Naawwsty rainbow then the gang battles it out in a tight backyard pit.

Hot Boiled Peanuts

The Naawwssty crew hits the road, Florida bound.
Heavy skies, stoned occupants.

Roadside jamming is what this bunch is all about.

Paint flecks flyin'. Goddamned right he's still got it.

Donnie, speculating on his next move.

Alden, scoping for talent.

A young rider by the street name 'Scuba' catches his eye.

That tech shit!

Ah yes, we shall make him an offer.

This thing, on the side of the road in Autumnal glory.

Practically dark.

Definitely dark. So sick.

The next morning at the beach ...

Dialing into the main frame.

Geared up.

He'll take it.

For entertainment purposes only.

Onward, backyards beckoning.

Check out this compact gem. Thanks Brett!

Slams kept pace with the makes in this thing.

Frost, into the boat.

Some of that tech-gnar!

Hella vert!

Modern moves, exploding from his feet.

Corner boneless innovation!

Textbook Macho T-Drop




Haha!

How do you break a board on a frontside flip?!


Next time he will grind it.

And then Frosty shuts it down with the frigid wall walk.

A fuckin' laugh riot. Next spot!