homemade Sin 2

So after floundering around with the parts on hand that I got with the bike I started buying the parts that I really wanted on it. First I bougth the 2" over Forks by Frank, the the 10" mini apes by Flanders, to the Maxxis Wide White Wall tires, the paint, and some really goofy bull shit that I didnt use. After painting the engine, Tank and frame, wheels and anything else paint would stick to I put it all together. I must admit it looked good for the first try (to me anyway). So in all its flat black glory I rolled it out of the basement and proceeded to fire it up. I always thought the idea of kicking it to life for the first time was the way I was gonna do it. WRONG I must have kicked for 5 minutes straight trying to get it to fire with no luck, it didnt even hit a lick or two. Ok somethings going on I check everything over and find I didnt connect the hot wire for the coils all the way when I wired it. So now I'm tired of kicking with a good throbbing bruise on my shin from my foot slipping of the kicker numerous times, I say screw it and hit the push button. WAHWOOOOOOOOOOOP what the hell was that!? Seems my five minutes of kicking has filled my straight pipes with raw gas that ignites when you ACTUALLY get fire to the thing.WHO KNEW. Well I regain my composure after urinating on myself from the noise compared to to a sonic boom. Now for the true firing I reach down hit the button and to my amazement it comes to life under me. All four cylinders singing in perfect harmony through the straight pipes.I am as happy as a pig eatin slop you couldnt knock the grin off my face. There is nothing like firing up a machine that you have put so much effort into for the first time, and hearing the exhaust, feeling the vibrations, smelling the fresh paint being baked into the pipes that are wrapped so carefully. Then it happens bah bah bah blump and its over. HUM ok reach down hit the button click,.....click,......click what the hell. Oh no it didnt! Stand up to kick it over and I give it my best but there is no way its gonna budge. Yep thats right its locked up only after a minute of pure ecstacy. So now I just sit down on the ground slump against the wall and take a long drag off of the Marlboro Light hanging from my lips. DAMN IT and a few other words mumbled together to form a sentence resembling a kid with turrets is all I could get out. By now the reality had set in my bikes locked up nothing I can do tonight so I kick it over off the kick stand in a final rage before I go inside and drink, smoke and cuss myself to sleep.