I hadn't really looked at her for over a year; just kinda lost the passion. I didn't even enter another post vintage race after 2016 even though I had some other bikes that I could have rode. Maybe it was the constant tuning or the never ending parts search. Truthfully, the old girl needed some serious work. So she sat there, listless, sans front wheel, pipe, carby and still dirty from her last 2016 event; the ISDT Reunion Ride held in Arkansas and hosted by the Razorback Riders. I didn't realize it at the time but the clutch side crank seal had blown. I'm pretty sure it was right before the final grass track moto of the day. While on the start line the YZ was sucking, burning and puking ATF in large quantities. Even though mortally wounded the old girl soldiered on to finish the event, but that was it. It had been a long year of racing for both of us. The YZ didn't even get a decent clean up. She was pushed into a recess where she wouldn't bother me or get in the way of other "more important" projects. When the stock pipe was removed I had found cracks in several places and it had been bent up aganist the downtube. Fork seals were leaking and some hardware was missing; so was the carburetor. I had stripped the fresh M59 Brigstone tire off to use on a another bike and didn't even bother to put the YZ's front wheel back on. I didn't even renew my AHRMA membership for 2017. When I rode, I rode modern bikes at modern events. I rode a few national enduros. Two of them left me with multiple hospital visits and a injured right leg that required months off a bike. Still there were those occasions when I brushed by the YZ on my way to other things; and she pulled at me. Almost like saying "Com'on, with a little work we could have so much fun again". She knew I missed her and that big bore painter shaker engine with it's crazy, thick power and that chassis's high center of gravity. I gave in to her. I needed to commit to her again so I circled Diamond Don's race weekend on my calendar, sent off my membership to AHRMA and placed a phone call to AMS in Arizona and had a sexy PFR pipe ordered. There, I did it; at over $400 for the pipe and silencer plus hundreds more looming in entry fees, gate fees, fuel, food and more parts; there was no turning back now.