CHAD MUSKA: THE MUSKA FLIP

There are frontside 180 kickflips, and then there’s The Muska Flip—a trick so saturated with style it broke free from the confines of the name it was born under. Muska didn’t just land it—he announced it. Loud. Dirty. Pure. With the swagger of a desert prophet on Red Bull and hip-hop, Chad took a foundational move and mutated it into something cult-worthy. A trick rebranded in real-time by sheer force of personality. Call it lunacy, call it genius—it doesn’t matter. The tape don’t lie.

This wasn’t just skateboarding. It was a full-contact séance with the soul of the street. He didn’t invent the vibe, he wasthe vibe. Muska rolled in with beats blasting from a boombox the size of a carry-on coffin—curated sonic artillery, straight from the mind of the Maestro himself. Eight D batteries barely survived the session. By the time they died, so had the laws of physics. The hype wasn’t hype. It was prophecy.

There’s something radioactive in Muska’s energy. Something you want to inhale. Because just being near him makes the impossible look doable. Hell, you might even land the trick that’s haunted you for years. Or at least slam with style trying.

The Muskalade. The Chadillac. Say what you want, but the man carved new language into skateboarding’s stone tablets. Before Chad? We were just skating. After Chad? We were living in a post-Muskaverse reality.

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