Thrasher Magazine

Last day in Miami. Cross-training on the fourth floor of the Clinton.
Vacuum cleaner cord.

Alden goes in for the manage.

Whipped into the mini-fridge.

Detractors are dealt with swiftly.

'Whahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!'


Meanwhile, in the lobby.

Take it on the road.

This lasted until about 4 pm then they needed a nap.

This thing.

A spot only a Southerner could love.

Frost steps into the fray with that frigid kick.

Classic hipsmanship.

Judo fakie.

And then closes it with the 270 kick 'n' go.

'Am I done?' You tell me, '99.

Another Stefan cameo. Nice.

Goin' big.

This fuckin' guy.

Mighta been unneccesary.

And that's a wrap!

A few more hours driving around.

But all we were thinking about were those Cayman Islands, beckoning.

But just when you thought we were done ....