How many times have you wanted this item to complete your thought process when some D-Bag cuts you off on the highway? For me, the number is 17,596 give or take a 100 or so. If I have to explain why you need this…then you are way to nice of a person and you make me nervous.

“Beat it kook, locals only.”  This book (coming soon) has some great photos of the beginning of the Dog Town-era of skateboarding in & around Los Angeles during the 70s.

Surfer has been right there documenting surf travels from the beginning. Some of the best photos ever taken are inside this collectible coffee table book. A must for anyone with an interest surf history & classic photos before crowds were the norm. A double must for anyone shopping at Hollister to put on their frat house coffee table – letting the chicks know you surf…the web.

Man, this book cracks me up. It’s like a machine gun of insults for the tragically hip. A must have for any trip to NYC or Portland.

New York City & skateboarding have an amazing relationship lasting over the past 30 years or so. My first real exposure to skating in NY came from the second Powell video Future Primitive. The scene in the Big Apple has come a long way since Lance rolled over a dead rat back in the 80s. This book has amazing photos from all of the eras skating has evolved through. From Harold Hunter to the Brooklyn banks…everything is in this one.

Ever wonder what it’s like to be the size of an playmobile person? Maybe it’s just me. Cool photo book of tiny little shore break waves & beautiful lighting.

Thrasher skateboard magazine has been around since I first picked up a skateboard almost 30 years ago. Thrasher ramp plans has been around just as long. What started out as a little leaflet that you could order from the back of the magazine has become a detailed how-to for all your backyard ramp dreams. I really wish that we had used some kind of plans when we all made our first ramp back in ’84 or ’85. Plans probably would have helped prevent the mega slam, that for the past 26 years, allows a piece of floating hip bone to occasionally swim to the surface of my skin & remind me of how shitty that first wooden death trap was.