She is a 1976 Honda Cb 450 twin. I purchased her and knew right away, like a fool I had fallen in love all over again. I brought her home, put the licence plate on, my gloves, helmet (it matches!!) and .. the keys.. shit where are they... oh ya... choke, gas, clutch.... shit FUCK where is the starter button??? nope... really.. no.. shit its kick start only!!!!!!!!! FUCK I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO KICK START A MOTORCYCLE!!!!!!!!! okokokoko dont panic.. okoko you can do this... okoko oh shit.... you have seen it done a million times.... okokook.. no panic..... ok.... kickstand on.. check.. in neutral... ok.....
kick... oh so weak.. more force.. one two thre.. KICK!!!!! nothing.. shit.. ok... a few more times....
maybe If I stand on the seat to get more leverage ..... 1..2...3.. KICk... FUCK!!!!!! (the bike fell over!!!!) FUCK!!!!!! I lifted up the bike... (ya pure adrenalline and swearing like a trucker) by this time I had gatherd the locals in the back alley, old chinese grandma with a huge bag of empty's asking me If I had any cans.... the french old guy down the road telling me about his first motorcycle.... a few more kicks from me. Weak attempts this far since my leg is hurting and now my back from lifting the bike. Sweat pouring down my face.... shit. oh! and I broke off a mirror. great.
I took a few pictures on hipstamatica and read the Clymers manual about how to install a start/stop button. Noticed a leak on the petcock seal.. maybe I can also take care of that this weekend, note to self: order a new seal/gasket..... check manual.
ok. saturday... I will kick it and start her and go for a rideeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... yup!
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