A post of mine from May, 2011:
In 1966, I stalled my 1960 TR3 in the middle of a busy 5 way intersection in Chicago. My starter, of course, was junk. Just as the impatient drivers at all 5 stoplights were about to get on their horns, I jumped out of the car, hand crank in hand, stuffed it in the guide in front, brought it up on compression and gave it a quick snap. She lit up instantly ( I had done this before ) I jumped back in and proceeded to drive off to a melody of hoots, beeps and applause. THAT is why I've scrapped (sold) a perfectly good R&P. I was 18 at the time.