On a cold, rainy Friday night in SF, the skate world found shelter for the crowning of AVE as Skater of the Year. Thanks to everyone that came out and to Hongry and The Spits for providing the soundtrack. 

Louie went from not wanting to turn pro to being the boss. Crailtap talks that, more and life without Jerry... or the bowl cut.

No park or plaza can rival the feeling of tearing through the streets. Ben flies all over town, leaving no slab of 'crete, marble, granite, or brick untouched.

It ain’t just about what you do, it’s how you get there. The Concrete Jungle is calling your name. Grab a board and Go.

This part is straight up SICK. Raw style, gorilla mobbin' through Norwegian streets… You gotta love it.

Sometimes a sweet tune and the streets of LA are all it takes. Erick rips.

This slam looks so painful that it might have been better to just get knocked out and snooze through the agony.

Malcolm Armstrong was one of the nice guys. They always take the good ones. RIP in peace, brother. One year down.

This part just really has a great feel. Classic Bay Area hip-hop mixed with line after line of smooth skating. You can’t go wrong.