Without years of California fireroading in their blood, perhaps Coste and other riders were nervous about falling to their dooms off the steep edge, were they to err much in steering or braking. But to those used to putting down roadrace speeds on dirt, the fireroad section was bliss. High-speed sliding turns, on-the-brakes hairpins, off-camber sneakers and flat-out straights all had one thing in common: a steep hill on your right and a sheer drop on your left. With its big, flat-track-sized tires, brilliant Race Tech suspension and a willing powerband, the little Yamaha was more than at home, soon targeting a bike in its gun sights. It was Coste aboard the big Trumpet, and he soon enough ran wide, allowing the YDS2 to scoot inside. The same fate befell Brice Cooper on a big-bang ’74 Yamaha SC500 (The powerband is like hitting a wasp’s nest, he said), Ted Van Doorn on his Premier 500 thumper and a late-model Husky as the fireroad turned downhill in the long run back to the start/finish area.