BITE THIS.

IN LIFE, IMITATION IS THE MOST SINCERE form of flattery; in skateboarding, it's the same way. "You make red socks? Well, we make red socks." So on and so forth. In the magazine realm it's no different. We can't run a sequence of Rick Jefferson frontside nosesliding something that Steve Saunders already kickflip noseslid. It's called progression. But For the clueless outsiders, boosting ideas, spots, and Fabricating trips is par for the course. Oddly enough, I have recently seen television shows that showcase stealth spots and websites actually giving out addresses of the locations to the rails in an attempt to be down. It may seem trivial to you, but the mission and the lick are the things that are so special. Whether it be Greensuck.tv or Rolling Stone or Ford Motors, biting the line for the deal ends up killing all sense of adventure.

The bottom line for my tribe is: Keep skating sacred. If you have to ask, you ain't worth telling; if you want to make cash on epic missions, then you're in it for all the wrong reasons. The following article isn't a tour guide and it sure as hell ain't no map. It's meant to inspire all of you to go find something to call your own--down the street, in someone's backyard, or on a far away island. Dream instead of rehashing. The skate world is getting smaller, but look we must. If you start digging, you never know what you'll find. It's time Thrasher got some of the fuckin' gravy.