I was 28 and had just broken up with Mr. Perfect (or so I thought). He broke my heart, and I wanted to be TOUGH GIRL.
He had a "motorcycle" (a Honda crotch rocket, hence the quotations) and I always made fun of him for that. REAL men didn't drive crotch rockets. To prove my point, I decided that I would do something that he could never do - kick start a hog.
I have long since gotten over him, but my desire to learn how to kick start a hog remains. I grew up with Harleys, and I have loved them ever since. I know it takes skill to kick start a hog, especially for a scrawny girl like myself.
The hardest part to this plan is that I don't know anyone with a kick start engine! They are all new bikes with a key ignition!
First step: find an old bike that's owned by a someone is not creepy.