Words and photos by Stephen Morrison.

The chunk factor on this barrier was less than ideal, and the spray paint and any sort of wax is of little help when your trying to dig into a smith, but Augie pulled through and didn’t leave until he rolled it back into the barrier rather than being satisfied with popping it out into the little bank.

This was the day after Jashon got his first tattoo. Both he and his friend got their moms names on their arm. Since then, he’s added another right underneath. I always run into him randomly either under the freeway or at some other spot and he’s usually down to keep rolling for the rest of the day and get some clips like this frontside ollie.

Jordan is a thin dude. On first glance he looks more like a cross country runner than the shredder that he is, but I’ve seen this dude take some hits. This water department spot is like riding a slide into sandpaper, but he beaned his way in.