My Pa passed away right before my 23rd birthday. After all the formalities were completed, my sisters and I rolled his bike into the driveway to give that bike a ride. I kicked, they kicked, we kicked. Nothing. We even tried to pop start the bike, two of my sisters pushing and me dumping the clutch, but no dice. I decided that if I was to honor him and this motorcycle, I needed the correct and proper training to not only start this bike, but learn everything about it. I enrolled in the best Harley Service school I could find, the Motorcycle Mechanics Institute in 91.
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