Hand cranking.
That reminds me of the old Stearman biplane my father was a part owner in. Five ex-military pilots that flew the Stearman in primary flight school went in together on a newly restored plane. I remember it was beautiful. They don't have it any more, though...because of hand cranking.
When the Stearman was cold it started in 2 flips. One to prime and one to fire. It would just pop along so slow you could count the rotations. That was cold. When it was hot, it was a whole different beast. You would have to crack the throttle open and flip and pray. To keep the plane from running away once it did start with the throttle open, it had to be tied down by the tail wheel. Often this was easier said than done, as some areas of airports are pretty free of places to tie to.
The plane was only a two seater (kinda like the TR's), but these old guys usually flew alone. All was good, and all 5 owners knew the quirks of the plane. This was until one owner sold his share to a young, brash pilot. One day the new guy was trying to start the old bird hot...and neglected to tie it down. You know what's coming!
Uncharacteristically, the big radial popped to life on the first flip. The pilot dove for his life to avoid the prop and wing. He managed to grab a truss wire on the tail...and enjoyed the rest of the ride being drug on his belly over the Tarmac. The Stearman chewed through 3 Cessnas and a Chevy before the prop finally splintered enough to quit pulling...oversped the engine and broke the con rod. Everything but the Chevy was a total write off.
That was 25 years ago. I think it took a decade for them to sort through the legal issues.
Hand cranking. I'm content to watch somebody else try it...from a distance.