This is the kind of story we tell each other over a beer. It’s a triathlon classic from the wooly early days of the sport, when the world was just waking up to the notion of triathlon, and even folks in the business were learning as they went. It was on-the-job training for everyone,...Read More
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In the 1970s there was only Mike Plant, the Vietnam vet lurking in recycled fatigues, hiding in the rents and seams of an embryonic multisport world. Plant loved to hide behind his Nikon FT3, just beyond the edges of the race registration tent, the early transition zone, and the place that allowed him to re-integrate into The World. His photos represent a sentiment of hope and struggle; that the 70s weren’t just one big 60s hangover.
And then came color and disco and the rock and roll emergent sport of triathlon.