Team DLX

Thrasher Magazine, Jan, 2004 by Jasin Phares

This was the board. I asked the guy what it was made of; it was well-constructed, using rebar and everything, After having the cops stop us at gunpoint outside the hardware store, we were on our way to many hours of grinding and drilling, trying to make this model gun actually roll. Eventually the gun was complete, once Drehobl and his Nam Vet look started flying around.

DENVER

NEXT WE HAD TO GET TO DENVER, the meeting point for all the teams involved. The way our schedule was working the drive to Denver (1,000 miles) would have to be nonstop. Again. This was beginning to be the way we did things. Once we rolled into Denver we had to pick up our mystery guest. This could quite possibly be the worst thing to happen to our van--if we get some kook it would slow us down for sure. Not knowing whom we were waiting on at the Denver Airport was rough. I mean, what if the worst barney came from around the corner with a sign reading "Team Deluxe?" We'd have to use the brass knuckles on a daily basis for sure.

To my surprise the mystery guest was none other than Randy Colvin, an early pro for World Industries and longtime partner to our family. He's known for exhibiting a rad style and having good times. Perfect, he'll fit right in. The rest of the challenges seemed to be cool--skate a bowl and a ledge, then meet at the Denver skatepark. Tracking down the owners of the bowl took a few days. The bowl was called The Humbler. I knew by the name it was going to be good times. When we showed up I was amazed to see one of the tightest wooden bowls ever. The Humbler was the perfect name for this wooden masterpiece. We skated for a good half an hour, but I think the only cool trick done was the wasp sting to the face that I pulled.

SALT LAKE CITY

AFTER A GOOD BACKYARD RAMP JAM and bar-b-que, we hit the road towards our final city, SLC, Utah. The challenges all seemed to be easy enough, except for the Mormon's undergarment thing. What the hell is a Mormon's undergarment anyway? This challenge was going to be the most difficult yet, It turns out anyone with such undergarments isn't about to show them to just some random tattooed weirdo. Hence the term "sacred."

It was at the last moment on our way out of town that we got a call from one of the locals whose ramp we had skated the night before. He had some guy he worked with willing to show us the garments. We had to meet him at some Jack In The Box off the freeway. We had no idea who this guy was, so we ended up wandering around in the parking lot waiting for someone to come up to us showing their weird undergarments. The guy turned out to be the most average construction worker you could imagine, and he was really cool about showing us the garments. Then I said "God damnit," and his face changed immediately, We already had the photo to prove we met the challenge, so who cares.

I later found out he called Thrasher in a worried fit, begging the mag not to run the photos. He thought making a mockery of the strange undergarment might cancel out its protective shield for his soul. Totally out of their minds, those Mormons.