
Jaagup Mägi, aka JMK, fs layback Rock n Roll.
Spring has finally clawed its way outta the grave, shaking off nine months of frozen hell. That was one ass-dragging, soul-sucking winter—too many hours trapped inside, talking to our decks like they were long-lost lovers. But now? Now it’s time to unleash the urethane, kiss the pavement, and baptize the streets in sunshine, sweat, and leftover road salt.

Nicolas, fs grind.
Here’s a taste of the chaos from a session at the infamous Nightwood mini-ramp, deep in the guts of Shop HQ. Jaagup Mägi and Henri Berendsen showed up ready to shred or die trying. The ramp’s a snarling beast, the coping’s got teeth, and every carve felt like dodging death with a grin.

Henri Berendse, bs grind.
So sit back, crank the volume, and let your eyeballs feast. And when it’s done—don’t just sit there like a crusty couch goblin. Grab your board, find a spot, and raise some hell.

Jaagup Mägi.

Nicolas, bs grind.

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