This photo was taken after a long day Saturday (it's still hot) workin' on motors, helping with a panhead at the local H-D shop . . . buying supplies like shrink tube, wire ends, switches, running errands, etc. All on this stroker digger with a backpack - strapped to my shoulders. It reached speeds excess of 90mph for short bursts.. Gasoline sprayed on me from the cap (overfilled it, whoops). When raw gas sprays on you - you feel like a real racer - Like Force or Garlits. It spits fuel from the carb sometimes - built with real race parts trying to run on the street. Not always practical.
It started with 1 or 2 kicks every single time I needed it to run. Most of the time with an audience.
I can kick start it - but, you probably can't. It should really be started with a roller or hand starter. It's a fun bike - but kinda dangerous. It's like a snotty kid who teases you to "do it" - you want to screw it on and hear the pipes - that tone. I always say "I should sell the stroker and then I could . . . " But after a day like Saturday, you look at it - and say . . . F#$&'n aye. Saturday was a good day.
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