To survive even one brutal misstep at this beast is to cheat a certain slabby death. Or, it feels that way after watching Mick Corbett, Jarryd Foster, and Mark Mathews do it. The three are back at it, this time in West Oz, and these slabs are mutant haymakers, as burly you’ll find anywhere. It’s in moments like these when you find out who your true mates are--because what says friendship like a willingness to take a GoPro deep into the jaws of hell and do a ride-behind, like at 3:36?