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KILPATRICK
JETT REYNOLDS
Every so often, in the sport of motocross, you hear of names that are synonymous with greatness. They continue, year after year, to rack up wins. There’s nothing to really depress their attitude, nor deter their momentum from taking what’s rightfully theirs. And with competition seemingly growing year after year, the days of pure domination are becoming harder to come by. But the name Jett Reynolds, is one that’s been highlighted, and asterisked, from the time he began competing on the motorcycle. Take this division for example, after a second place start to Crockett Myers in heat one, Reynolds dipped into the 1:12’s seemingly untouched by his competitors, and began to pull away from the field. His finger, always on the clutch ready to pull the trigger when necessary, was feathering it like the softest of sooth- ing instruments. He was gelling with the machine, and his results were showing it; taking a commanding win, and watching to see who he would be stacked up against
in the following heat. Ben Garib took the holeshot, but was overtaken by Matt Leb- lanc and Marcello Leodorico in the early going. Leblanc and Marcello would battle back and forth, but the 329 crisp looking Yamaha of Leblanc would prevail. The two heavy hitters were now set to face off in the main. Reynold’s a shoe-in for a holeshot, picked up where he left off in the heat race. Pushing the pace like no other, Leblanc was doing all he can to mimic the lines of the Bakersfield native. These two were seemingly gone, however Reynolds, just added a little more time to the clock, with each go around. Scooting down the start straight, the back brake was being lightly drug going into the following left; it was then, right in the heart of the apex, that he would pivot and shoot down the middle of the track, ready to launch the next double. Jeremy McGrath-esque, Reynolds was
as smooth as they come throughout the duration of this moto. No front end tucks, no looking behind, just he and the open road. It was though he put the machine on cruise control, and set off into the sunset. The checkered flag waving in the distance, he’d done it again. Racking up another title, in his argument for one of the greatest amateur riders ever to compete, his riding year after year showcasing some of the best skills for his age on earth.
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