This issue detonates with Torey Pudwill on the cover, blasting back Smiths on tall concrete like gravity signed a waiver. Inside, the mag swings between savage skating and Thrasher’s crooked humor. Costa Rica brings sunburned chaos and the realization that you can’t outrun yourself no matter how tropical the backdrop. Slam Demons leans into full beast mode, P-Rod-level intensity with fangs out, while Pudwill stacks kickflip back lips and effortless control that makes stupidly hard tricks look casual. Reyes keeps it loose with Hakuna Matata energy, and the photo sections obsess over over-rotation, stress-fest spots, and fullpipes as tomorrow’s launch ramps. Departments spiral through zines, mall sessions, anatomy oddities, road damage, hospital-grade injuries, and couch-level skate philosophy, all tied together with mailroom weirdness and deadpan one-liners. It’s a dense, sweaty snapshot of skateboarding at full speed. No pads, no rules, no mercy.
