As we prepare for Phase II of our TAT-Vintage Ride, a little history to get the story started. Last year we did the 2007-TAT Vintage Ride - OK, NM & CO. We started with five vintage Yahama Enduros and alot of unknowns. First, none of the riders had ever met. We only knew each other from a Yahama Vintage Forum. Second, only a couple of us had ever done long trips on a Vintage bike. Third, would the 1970's era Yahama Enduros not to mention the Vintage Riders have the fortitude to make the journey. We started in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma in late May and headed West. What a friggen crew this turned out to be. Day 1 was a tough day for sure. We lost the first 1973 RT3-360 to some unknown power issue with in the first 9 miles of leaving the shop. We lost one 1975 DT400B to the ever looming "Dial-a-Seeze towards the end of the day. Towing the DT400B of Makosun the last 24 miles of the day into Blackwell, Ok. Motoguy and Makosun working on the bikes for Day two I went to bed to rest the bones with Makosun still working into the night to get ready for the next day. Amazing work in the parking lot of the motel. Day two started with High Hopes, Motoguy felt he had his 360 ready to go, Makosun had installed a backup top end with some major adjustments. Dman, Jjress and myself had lubed, serviced and loaded for the days ride West. 8 miles North of Blackwell, Makosun's over froze up, we loaded his bike on the chase truck and unloaded the Honda XR650L back up bike to continue on. 28 miles out from the motel the second "Dial-a-Seeze" tooks its revenge and froze up the 1975 DT400B of Dman. Here we sit, less than 30 miles out and two bikes down. Motoguy is running rough but hanging on. Finally with all the hurdles time for meeting. The effected riders had a meeting in the rain and decided that Makosun and Motoguy dicide to return to Blackwell and find a U-Haul and load up and head back to Washington State. One hell of a long drive for a days ride on the TAT. Dman would take operations of the XR650L and three of us would continue West. The Meeting on the TAT While we waited for all to rearrange and say good byes, we had time to think about what we were facing. Rattles were louder, bearings making noise, oil pumps injecting 2 stroke oil, minds and worries sat in and made for an exhauting wait. Finally after a couple hours we three were ready to head West once again. Now with our effort continuing, sad for the loss of our new friends we continued until we hit the Mile-o-Mud. 4 hours, I mile, and wore ass out. Needless to say, long ass day, not many miles covered, drained, lost two buddies, and finally made 110 miles in 8 long tiring hours. TAT had kicked some ass. For the story of the rest of the trip, please read the Thread below.