For some strange reason, the Norton got a wild hair up it’s ass and decided not to start. It was running great, just not starting. So my buddy rode his bike home and brought back his pickup. Fortunately, I was at a bike show and recruited some guys from a club to help us load it. Daughter and bf were just walking in and so I recruited him to help, too. I’m thinking it’s the Joe Hunt magneto giving me the issues. Forty minutes of periodically kicking wore me plum out. I may be purchasing a Pazon sooner, rather than later. So when I got it home, I fired up my Hodaka Road Toad with half a kick and took a ride to cool my sweaty self down before heading to the river. Now I’m tired and sun burnt, but wouldn’t trade my vintage Norton for anything. Time for some more garage time.