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Originally posted by Jeff Higgins
I grew up kicking old Harleys to life. I well remember many a cold morning on the way to school, winding up with my jacket, sweater, golves, helmet, and what not scattered all accross the yard, trying to kick some life into my old Sportster. Then having to pull all of that back on over my sweaty tee shirt and freezing my ass off on the way to school. Ah, those were the days. Don't miss them one little bit.

A toy bike would be different, though. Tickling the Amal(s), retarding the mag, holding you mouth just right... When it all comes together (like when it actually starts), it's a thing of beauty.

LMAO.... after being busy w/ my car and a move, it took clean plugs and ab 30+ kicks to fire up my commando! great description and spot on