[My neighbor Mike swings by every time I'm working on the MB, and this time he arrived just in time to lend a handlifting the engine into the frame. With the wheels on, engine in, bars installed and seat on it finally looks like a motorcycle! I hooked up the fuel line to the carb, poured in some gas, flipped the petcock on, and kicked her over. Halfway through the third kick she lit off with a pop and a big cough of blue smoke. After stumbling for a few seconds the bike settled into a reasonably smooth idle. The MB5 lives!!!