ON BOARD
48
COMING EVENTS
FIRST SCANDINAVIAN OPEN
In cooperation with the Swedish
Skateboard Association, the Danish
Skateboard Association is arranging
the first official Scandinavian
Championships.
When?....April 19-20-21 and 22,
1984.
Where?....At Herley Skateboard
Copenhagen, Denmark.
What?....Ramp, Freestyle and tight
Slalom.
For further information contact:
Danish Skateboard Association
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Frank Messmann
Vejlesoparken 1-502
2840 Holte
Denmark
March 31-April 1
WORLD SNOWBOARDING
CHAMPIONSHIPS
Soda Springs, Tahoe, CA
1984
SUNDECK PRO/AM
SKATEBOARD CHALLENGE
Kona Skateboard Park
Jacksonville, Florida
Pro halfpipe & freestyle.
Am pool, banked slalom, halfpipe,
freestyle.
COMING IN
THRASHER
SKATEPARKS:
THE LAST RIDE
A tribute to some of the better parks
of the past.
SIDEWALK SURFIN:
Skateboards have come
a long way from the 60's
but the streets are still
where it's at.
MORE MODERN SKATE
COMIX
SKATE GAMES
Activities for
sharpening up your
skate skills.
WILD RIDERZ OF BOARDS
The continuing story of our
suburban skate hero, Eddy Boy.
TRASH
It has been said that there is a time to
live and a time to die. Separating the two
exists a fine line on which each and
everyone of us perches, whether it be
comfortably or uncomfortably, that's where
we are. Our dispositions basically depend
on whether we choose to follow the
grooves (be they bad or good) pre-
determined by our forefathers, or to stand
fast to what we believe that we feel and
make it work for us. Outside of this is
failure, limbo, dissatisfaction and regrets.
Yes, from time to time, we will be frowned
upon and maybe even persecuted for
being truthful to ourselves, but what's the
difference when we're perched on the line?
What's wrong and what's right after we're
dead? We'll never know. Realistically, with
all religious misconceptions excluded,
after we've passed through our life's
course, we'll experience no laws and no
tomorrows. We can't win. We'll never win,
because in the end, we are gonna die, the
Trash, the Catch 22. So, what you put in
between this moment and that moment is
up to you. Grab each day in your fists, be
you a man or a woman, grab the day and
squeeze every bit of life out of it that you
can. Squeeze it and let it drip into your
mouth and let it saturate your soul. Then
your soul will tell you who is real and who
is your enemy. The enemy to your rights to
live life as you seem fit. The TRASH.
FOLLICLE TALES
The never-ending problem of hair rears
a weary head once again. Hairstyle and
anti-hairstyle attitudes prevail in all skate
communities ranging from the Buzzsaw-
Mohawk-Spiker hairdos of the hardcore-
die hard-elitest-skate groupings to the
California Style-Fashionable sensible
man's haircut of many of the coastal
skaters or inland Midwest surfer wan-
nabees, and somewhere in between are
the kids who just let their hair grow into
their eyes (so they tie it back into a pony
tail) and the kids whose parents send them
to Supercuts or Command Performance
for the prefabricated look.
Some of the hottest of Pro skaters have
tried their hand at cutting hair. D.P., one of
the pioneers of the "nuckle-cut," blazed a
trail through many a scalp as well as
Randy Katen and many other self-
proclaimed "hair demolishers." The
haircutters ranged in every degree, even to
the "High-Digit Hollywood heads. Brad
Bowman is one of the top hair stylers in
Los Angeles. Keith Butterfield himself
has been pursuing the trade out in his neck
of the woods. Diana, probably
the hottest/prettiest female incline skater,
has just graduated from haircutting school
and the newest to "Clipper Class" is Bert
Lamar. Hang on to your heads and cover
your ears!!
BATTLE OF THE BETTIES
Well, we got quite a response from our
announcement of the BETTY HUNT
contest from a few issues back. Ranging
from some absolutely radical-feminist
retaliatory letters that state that; instead of
beckoning for big bosomed betties to
gamish our illustrious pages, we should
show the true core of girl skaters (who
don't send photos), and a batch of utter
skin photos of seemingly eager models.
It's tough to choose but, next month we'll
have more of a
general idea
what to do
about this
E.R.A.
problem.
In the
mean-
time,
here's a
preview.
Street Scott just shoe gooed
all of his tennies.
ZIPPED LIP SESSIONING
Some hot (literally), behind closed doors
sessioning has been going down in a
special warehouse out in Oakland, Califor-
nia at the residence of rad-ramp guy,
Steve Heck. Rumors have it that the
mean, one footed ramp sessions there
have included the likes of Potatoe Head,
ex-drummer of Los Olvidados, Matt
Etheridge, Carlos Cubano, Díana and
even M.F. who said he'd only skate on
Wednesdays for the rest of his life.
AN ANNOUNCEMENT
Speaking of M.F., it has been unofficially
announced that he is to begin campaigning
for the Presidency of the United States.
The Trash of this matter is that he will bear
no alliance with any other existing political
party, but instead is forming his own
non-political party, the Snake party. His
top-secret campaign trail does not adhere
to the more popular one used by the other
candidates. Instead, it's been told, he
randomly picks a spot on the map and
goes there to deliver a speech (that he
writes himself). This excerpt from a
speech he delivered from the top of a milk
box, last week in the small souther
California town of Bonsall, briefly outlines
his 'non-political' stand,...so I figure
somebody has to be a voice of the skater
in these tumultuous times. I'm tired of
seeing them persecuted for their beliefs,
I'm tired of waiting in line at the D.M.V., and
I'm tired of the slickee-boys on tenspeeds.
who ring my doorbell and try to sell me
books! Thank you, thank you!
Mr. Fish was just doing some routine
shopping at Thrift Town, the local
segunda when he came across a mint
condition Tragedy T-shirt, size medium.
What a deal! Looks like some kid's mom
has a heavy hand in the household
censorship dept. Sorry kid, we have pity for
your oppression.
QUOTES FROM THE GUT
"I'm full of good, I've just never had the
opportunity to use it. Chef Boy Amihungry
while facing a judge on a skate ticket.
I don't work for love, baby. Potatoe
Head to a THRASHER staffer recently.
Pushin' Tooo Far
There are certain times in the life span of
a skater, that the skin shall meet the pave-
ment. This abrasive annointment tears the
YOU'RE A STATISTIC...
...whether you like it or not. The Penta-
gon has released figures which determine
that in the unfortunate event of a nuclear
war with the Soviets, it would be feasible
for the U.S. to survive with a mere casualty
rating of 20 million lives of U.S. citizens.
Mayhe, instead of those Inhumane life-
steaters figuring out how well we're going
to survive the blasts, they should figure out
how to abolish the Nuclear disease!! How
about a plan for total peace? Man can
fly through the air, he can swim underwater
for long periods of time, he's walked on the
moon and floated through outer space, he
has made the bombs that can clear the
landscape for as far as the eye can
see-the knowledge and intelligence to do
all of that, but still after all of these centuries
he cannot make peace. Only promises to
do so. Shallow promises. Don't become a
statistic. Think of your future plans, and
make sure you are alive to live them. Oh,
while we're on the subject, all of you
ignorant jerks who take this topic (as
presented in this magazine) and fluff it off
as political crap, are fools. Sending armies
to die is politics. Oil companies and
corporate systems are politics. Protecting
foreign interests with the use of force and
killing is politics. We are not political. We
just refuse to be subjected to the 'Final
Solution' without speaking out against the
obvious.
And you, who just want to close your
eyes to it because, "people just talk about
it too much," "it's not my problem" or "turn
the channel from the News to Three's
Company," are the fattest lambs in the
slaughter line.
What are you gonna do about it?
That's why most of us do live like
there's no tomorrow.
The world is basically still in the
dark ages whether you realize it or not.
Only the fashions have changed.
ON BOARD
flesh with a painful reminder of the hazards
of pushing the limits. In the future one can
look at the leathered scars and remember
"that radical ride." "The pain." This photo
was included in a package sent by Kieth
Stephenson. Apparently, his acquaintance
was being towed by a car when the memor-
able moment happened. Now he can really
look back and
FLAT BOTTOM TALES
remember.
These two photos, both taken on flat
bottom (one a kidney pool, the other a
ramp) display a whole new application to
skate surfaces. Above, Randy Katen tries
his neck at "break-dancing" after bailing
on a burly frontside carve in Sacramento.
The other shot shows Rob Roskopp using
the bottom of Joe's ramp for bleeding,
after his board hit his head after an
Andrecht.