Lightning push

Landyachtz #shakazulutour: Catching Striker

PFR is fingers on the lens

PFR is Striker, no gloves and a loud shirt

PFR is the Landyachtz crew

Watch as we try keep up with Striker on one of our local favourites



Kyle Martin (Landyachtz),

Kyle Vein (Landyachtz),

Matt Bates (Landyachtz),

Bricin ‘Striker’ Lyons (Landyachtz),

Alex Troy Meyer (Landyachtz; Baboon Boards),

Nick Hook (Baboon Boards; Myi Trucks),

Major Tom (Fullbag),

Anton Pratt (Project Skateboards; Myi Trucks; Cornerstone),

Ricki Allardice (Gunslinger; Mad Scientist Trucks),

Raoul van den Berg (Fibretec; Myi Trucks; Orangatang; Myi Trucks; Cornerstone),

Simon Sturrock (Boardyard; Ronin Trucks; Longboarding Warehouse)

Film: Anton Pratt, Raoul van den Berg

Edit: Raoul van den Berg

Song: The Prodigy – Their Law


News: Raoul joins Myi trucks

This just in…

Myi Trucks just got Raoul on board!!

If you don’t know Myi Trucks, well they are as home brew as they come.

Forged in the Eastern Cape by the Bear Wrestler himself. Unbelievable amounts of hours and love has gone into these trucks. And it shows, you will realize this when you get the honor of actually holding them in your hands. Not only are they manufactured to the highest quality, they also ride like nothing else.

“With the perfect balance between lean and responsiveness, they give the most plugged in feel of any truck I have ever skated. Initiating slides is a breeze due to how responsive they are, the hook up is precise and exactly when you tell it to, yet not aggressive due to the bit of lean you get once cranked. Railing lines, stability and even the little things like the ride height is truly revolutionary…but i’ll get more into that when I do a proper review of them for all you frothing skaters” said Raoul.

Like all good things, they are going to be worth the wait. One day soon everyone will get to enjoy the epicness that is Myi Trucks, that is going to be a day of days.

Myi = PFR



What goes around groms around

Guest Post – What goes around Groms around

Guest post from our Cape Town homeboy Disco Stu, his take on the state of the gromnation and how things are ‘evolving’.


What goes around groms around

There are more and more of them. They conjugate on well-known spots like flies to

dead matter. They squirm like maggots over the dead carcass of a hill that was once a

serene spot for those who were allowed to know of. Hectic. Ja, I know. Resentment, nah.

Jealousy? Maybe. Helplessness, definitely. Pride too, for that matter. For as our scene

grows, so does the talent and capabilities of longboarding in South Africa. However,

along with this growth comes the burden of responsibility… and I think many are at odds

as to what this exactly means.

What is a grom? Well, you’re a blerrie grom if you ask me this. To be honest, the notion

of true groms has only cropped up to me over the last year or so. Before that there were

youngsters who needed guidance, discipline, a proper klap over the kop (with a helmet

on) and a lesson on drafting down the hill. They needed an introduction and a bit of

a wheels-on guidebook to the unwritten laws of our family values. However, I think

personally I was far too nice. FAR too nice.

A few of us bearded, musty, bear-drinking, job-owning, degree-finishing, car-driving,

helmet-wearing faja’s got together over a bonfire and grabbed our boep-enlarging vesicles

for a chin-wag. We were reminiscing of a time when you arrived at a hill either devoid

of thane or marked with the faintest thane lines from your previous encounter. We shared

stories of our first setups consisting of some surfer crust’s long-forgotten wheels, trucks

made of wood and making a plank out of anything (even the kitchen sink for that ‘deep-
tub’ concave). Gone are the days of lining up at the race-line with 30 guys you partied

with the night before. Gone are the days when Blue Whiskey was premium, when

Otangs, BigZigs and your mom’s stolen gardening gloves and grandma’s chopping board

the best you could get.

Shit, I sound like an old fart hey? Look at him going about “when this, when that”. Well

I can promise you this; I’m not that old yet and the farts I release be fresh mothertruckers.

The point of this miniscule piece pertaining to our sport is not just to talk of times of old,

it’s of times to come if we continue condoning misuse of our turf.

Nowadays I arrive at a hill to find the road covered in fresh thane. Sometimes there are

a few microgroms still licking and sniffing the less-ingrained remnants from the road.

What a wonderful sight! Yellow, red, white and that siff, old, brown-kinda colour thane

telling stories of high-siding, new-wheels, cored-wheels, toesides and heelsides. The

verge of the road, however, tells me a different story altogether. Leftover sticker-peels,

soda cans, mommy’s lunch treats and more-and-more often your own darn skate-gear.

The residents also tell a different story. They shout at me to ‘give it a rest’ and ‘I don’t

need your screaming and shouting again’. Groms were here…

Of course these above statements don’t ring true for all spots and all underlings.

Yes, ‘grom’ does generally entail the younger specimens of our sport. Yet, more than

anything, it alludes to a mentality. A disrespect. A disrespect that is faintly growing. One

that I sure-as-hell can’t do anything about, on my own.

One big thing I have to make sure I mention is that I’m sick-and-tired of telling guys to

slap on a helmet, when they can afford everything-else but a brain-saver. You see a guy

without a helmet, send him home. Just do it. I absolutely love my downhill family, but

family care and loving don’t just go one-way. Stop making videos with labels of the road/

spot-names in them. Your gromhaviour (see what I did there?) only invites other noobs

to crash your dearly-beloved tar. Don’t ask where a spot is either. In time you’ll more than

likely skate it, without even knowing it. There’s so little tar in and around our mother-city

that the hills are bound to get a little crowded from time-to-time.

The turnover of skate-goods is absolutely astounding. How many of you still have

the board you first stepped on? The one you got your first roastie off? The first set of

trucks you wobbled on? The first set of trucks I wobbled on most recently sent me

through to a quarter-finals heat. They’ve got more longevity than you can imagine, if

you treat them right. So why do I care for my skate-gear so much? Maybe it’s because I

bought everything with my own sweat, blood, tears and hussling. Mom and Dad didn’t

understand this strange new sport of hurtling myself down a hill to potentially remove

slices of epidermis and crack bone and they sure-as-hell weren’t going to support it.

I was ridiculously-stoked to get fifth-hand BigZigs as my first race-wheels. My first

race-board wasn’t even all-mine, we shared it at the race (thank goodness one of us got

knocked out early… me). What I’m trying to say, is that buying the best sure as hell

doesn’t make you the best. The age-old saying of, “it’s the rider, not the equipment” is

true as f… frothing when you see a new Boardyard helmet.

On this note, just because you’re riding what the world #1 wipes his nose with, doesn’t

guarantee a faultless run down any hill you feel like. How long did these pro’s we know

today scream around on cast trucks before precision was all-that precise? You can go a

long way with about a tenth of the average grom-budget that gets dropped. Save some

cash to buy the faja’s driving around some petrol and boep-inducing golden deliciousness.

I’m not saying all this trading is bad, it’s deliciously rich in bargains. The possibilities

of trying new ranges of every type of equipment in our sport are limitless. Just don’t be

too quick to assume a ‘new release’ is the best option and spend your (or your parents)

hard-earned cash so frivolously. Enough of the goods-talk. Raoul, Matt and Co. have

had ample time laying down some hard lines when it comes to sponsorship etc. What I

want to end off on is the notion of respect. It’s true that’s it’s earned, but don’t be so silly

to think that just because you’re fast on your plank with shiny new everything, or because

you can bust that slide no-one else can that you’ve got respect. What a false respect that


At the recent slide-jam I was disappointed at the amount of dishonesty in our ranks. Now

I’m not just talking about the dick-move of constantly cutting-in. That’s going to happen,

lank chilled. But I’m also talking of the stealing. Not to mention dishonesty when it came

to paying a mere 20 bucks to support a cause. I saw plenty of supporter-bands being worn

by those fortunate enough to shred an open-hill for a day (shame on you those sponsored

riders who fall culprit!) If you can’t pay less than a spacers-worth of dosh on a jam to

promote our sport (and the amazing efforts of a few) I feel a little ashamed to say I ride

with you.

These points I bring up of respect, honesty and a smidgeon of integrity have a purpose.

To those of you newly-sponsored riders, on the cusp of some kind of maturity and

further-studies I say this: be mindful of your actions and social-media sputterings. You

make the bed you’re going to sleep in. Us faja’s aren’t all going to be around forever.

Many of my role-models and fellow riders I look-to for advice get harder to reach every

year. Your actions and intent within the sport lay the foundations for those groms you

already find oh-so-pesky. Yes, you’re setting an example. On the flipside, I certainly learn

a lot from you youngsters! Whether intentionally or not, you’re showing what can and

can’t be done (both on and off the board). So grow up a bit and come stand with me and

the other toppies at the back of the line. We’ve still got a lot to teach you too…

Oh, and if you don’t take this with a Sunday-lunch Ina Paarman infused pinch of salt,

come find me at the top of a hill.


Raw run – two of a kind

two of a kind – RAW Run from Raoul van den Berg on Vimeo.

Anton Pratt (in red)
CEO of Fat Ant Bushings and Saffa Downhill skateboard Legend
Project Skateboard – Savage, Fat Ant Bushings, GOG Trucks, Orangatang 75mm 80a In Heat wheels)

Raoul van den Berg (in blue)
2012 South African Downhill Skateboard Champion
(Fibretec – Flying Pan 940, Fat Ant Bushings, Cast Ronin Trucks, Orangatang 80mm 80a Kegel wheels)

Gopro Hero 3 Black

Raoul van den Berg

Modeselektor – Blue Clouds

shot by Pavement Special

Road trip report: Durban is PFR country

We went to Durban, we didn’t want to come back.

We wanted to do a full write up of the trip with these videos, but it hurts too much.

We will be there again next year!

Durban is PFR country from Raoul van den Berg on Vimeo.

INCHANGA = 32 runs in two days!!


Pony’s casual gallop – InchangaRAW from Raoul van den Berg on Vimeo.

Pony using all the road


Fanton gromming with a Grom(MurrayDuPreez) – InchangaRAW from Raoul van den Berg on Vimeo.

Quote of the day: “catch that f*#$!ing grom”


shot by Pavement Special

PlatformPFR is downhill skateboarding in South Africa.