- Tue May 15, 2018 6:35 pm
#8466
Hi all,
I do enjoy kick-starting my 2016 B5 bullet. It makes me feel manly as I stride out in my kevlar trousers, apply a bit of the 'choke' when necessary and with one swift application of the powerful man-leg, she fires into life with enough noise to frighten the children in the next-door-but-one-village (we shall gloss over the Wallace and Grommit helmet and googles which does rather spoil the effect). Now, the thing is, this works from cold, as in 'in the deep midwinter' cold all the way through to the marginally less romantic 'three hours in a sunny ASDA car park' cold. One kick and she's away. However, when she's warm, no amount of thrusting and grunting gets the old girl into motion. This usually happens at the front of the traffic-light queue when I stall in front of a line of Audis. After an embarrassingly large number of kicks until I exhaust myself I have to resort to one quick press on the electric boot as she roars into life as if nonchalantly saying 'what's the fuss all about, of course I work..'. Why might this be, and more to the point, what arcane knowledge is there to help me perfect the technique of not looking like a tit and kick-starting a warm engine?
I do enjoy kick-starting my 2016 B5 bullet. It makes me feel manly as I stride out in my kevlar trousers, apply a bit of the 'choke' when necessary and with one swift application of the powerful man-leg, she fires into life with enough noise to frighten the children in the next-door-but-one-village (we shall gloss over the Wallace and Grommit helmet and googles which does rather spoil the effect). Now, the thing is, this works from cold, as in 'in the deep midwinter' cold all the way through to the marginally less romantic 'three hours in a sunny ASDA car park' cold. One kick and she's away. However, when she's warm, no amount of thrusting and grunting gets the old girl into motion. This usually happens at the front of the traffic-light queue when I stall in front of a line of Audis. After an embarrassingly large number of kicks until I exhaust myself I have to resort to one quick press on the electric boot as she roars into life as if nonchalantly saying 'what's the fuss all about, of course I work..'. Why might this be, and more to the point, what arcane knowledge is there to help me perfect the technique of not looking like a tit and kick-starting a warm engine?