Kicking over the Panther could be a humiliating experience for the novice. Once mastered it was a doddle. The 'trick' was to fully retard the ignition and lift up the decompression lever mounted just in front of the gear lever - ease the piston just past top-dead-centre and just push the start lever down with your foot, hard. Not so much a kick, more a long swing, similar to starting a Velocette. Once it started chuffing, you eased the decomp lever level with your toe and advanced the ignition with the handlebar-mounted lever. I recall it needing a little choke on very cold mornings - again that was applied from another bar-mounted lever. That worked well for me every time. It didn't work so well for everybody...
I was sat in a cider house in the back streets of Cheltenham late one Saturday lunchtime when a uniformed gent with a pointed head entered the bar. Unperturbed by the hasty exit of several of my companions he asked "Which of you gentlemen owns the black combination parked outside?" Fighting the scrumpy-induced haze I reviewed the essentials: tax current, MOT ditto, insurance OK, unpaid fines none, and raised my hand in answer. "Well, sir, I believe I have apprehended a man trying to steal your machine." Reeling slightly, partly through being called both a gentleman and sir in the space of a minute, I followed him out to the street, where a ratty-looking individual in scruffy leathers was sitting slumped in the gutter, grasping his right ankle and swearing continuously. The rat in question was fairly well known on the local bike scene as a sneak thief - the kind that makes bikers buy expensive and heavy chains and locks; or, for my part, leave the ignition on full advance.
At the time, kicking over a fully-advanced Panther was probably one of Britain's best chances of putting a man in orbit - as our friend had discovered. Had he released his grip on the bars immediately we might have found out, but instead he held on too long and merely somersaulted over the front wheel to land in the road. Even the friendly copper had enjoyed relating his eye witness view of the event a couple of times for the benefit of the assembling crowd, and was enjoying the general mirth that ensued. Amidst the laughter we almost managed to get a pint of scrumpy into his hand.........