All this talk about Rennie, hiking boots, and number one plates has me googling low-res photos of the glory days, and as always google never disappoints:
Did you know that when Kovarik beat everyone by 14 seconds at Fort William, Nathan Rennie and Cedric Gracia beat Nico and tied for second? Yes, before the internet they let people tie at World Cups:
Did you know Rennie wasn’t in the yellow/black Intense shoes that would go on to become the Five Ten Low Impact? He was in the red hiking boot version that got thrown out like the horrific stillborn half-design that it was:
You know when I complain about “Oh, my reach length on my $8000 2014 carbon wonderbike is 12mm too short I can’t ride it” and you look at me with disappointment and confusion?
Rennie never had a bike that fit him until the late Santa Cruz years, he blew shock dampers every other run for years and was probably running 900 pound springs to compensate, that Iron Horse he rode during the glory days that I remember so fondly was the flexiest piece of garbage on the circuit, and he had to run Hayes Brakes. Hayes Brakes, people. And he beat everyone. Everyone’s equipment sucked all the time back then, but men were men and they did their job.
If you see this guy at the races and you hear him complaining about his bike, punch him in the dick and do it for Rennie:
Did you know I was standing right next to the photographer when this photo was taken during practice at the 2008 Fontana race?
The image is burned into my memory. After Rennie came through I didn’t understand what I just saw. That corner was a blown out slippery decreasing-radius quagmire of death with dust-covered off-camber rock faces coming into and out of the turn, and he rode it at 1000 mph like it was a berm on A-Line. That was when I knew 100% for sure that I was never going to amount to anything.
Did you know Rennie was the chosen one?
Did you know that you still ride like a pussy and, wherever Rennie is right now, he’s disappointed?