This Saturday, my dad and I went up to Woodland MX just North of Portland for a vintage race, and a chance to drool over all the beautiful bikes. There were no less than three that I was just awe struck to behold. These were all Magnum Maicos in perfect shape, with only one or two little tiny personal-preference things I'd change on them. So perfect.
Anyway, the really astonishing thing about this race was the guy who seemed to be having the most success. Some dude took some Yamaha with long-travel twin-shock suspension (long-travel YZs were monoshock, so that was kinda weird) but it had a gigantic 500cc 4T stuffed into it, with a muffler about the size of naval artillery sticking out the back. Even with that five-times-bigger-than-anyone-else's silencer, the thing was loud enough to shake the ground and was often the only bike in the race that could be heard when the pack was on the other side of the field. Every few seconds, when slowing into a turn, great flames would come out the back, accompanied by an ungodly explosion as the thing tried to blow itself up rally-car style. Watching the guy race, you could tell that he was a seasoned expert who knew how to go and go fast. He was constantly battling with a 1980 Maico (either a 400 or 440, not sure which) with a rider that was never on the pipe and never seemed to take the right line. Everyone would watch intently as the Maico man chased this great Walrus of a bike around the track, wondering how in the Hell someone could be so fast with such a motor disadvantage. I can only imagine how unfair it would've become if the two riders switched bikes.
One thing is clear. Only the best of the best can even think about being competitive in vintage racing on a 4T. It's like taking a '69 Charger to Le Mans and winning.