The Joy of Hearing it Run.

Many of you know that I have been getting a vintage MXer ready for the Fall season. Struggling to get it ready is a more accurate description. It is a Yamaha MX125 from 1975. It qualifies for the sportsman class with a petition because it is the same bike that Yamaha made in 1974 with only a graphics change.
Not really a highly prized vintage project but it fell into my lap at the right time at the right price.
I have been working on it on and off, ordering parts and generally dragging my butt to finish it up.
A couple of nights ago I just pushed myself to get a few final parts on and forced myself to stay in the garage until the project was at a point where I could try to start it up.
After a couple of attempts at kick starting it and a few thousand yards trying to push start her, a few trouble shoots, a few swear words, a few busted knuckles, a few bruised shin bones, a couple of sweat soaked t-shirts and a thrown screwdriver, she started! And she sounded good!
There was fuel pouring out of a carb that clearly is not worked out, but it was running. God, the joy of hearing a bike start! It lives!