I would never get this bike to push-start properly because it didn’t occur to me to read the tiny alphanumerics stamped into its carburetor metering needles. If I had, I’d have seen they were of two different types, only one being the correct 8F3 type. As a result, at a Canadian Junior event at Mosport, when the flag dropped the others pushed, bumped their bikes to life, and accelerated away. Not I. I pushed and I bumped, but there was no answering crackle from my engine. When it did finally pop and snivel half-heartedly into life, I was halfway around turn 1. But that’s not my main narrative here.