Rode the Cotton Boll in '74 -- father/son team. Dad was on a DT1 and I was on a fpos Yamaha 100 that couldn't make over that bloody sand dune! If you rode this, you know which dune I'm talking about too. Oh the humanity! Finally got hauled out in a horse trailer by a bemused farmer. Night was falling 11 hours and 70 miles into it. A lot of guys slept in the rain and mud, next to their bikes; running their engines to stay warm. Does anyone else remember this apocalypse?


Edited by Dust Bowl Daddy (12/15/12 02:36 AM)