Ah Luddite, the joys of yoofdom.
One of my first cars was a Wolesley 1885, it had some missing teeth on the starter ring so after picking up my date for the evening and sitting her in sumptuous leather, I would put the steering wheel on full lock, disappear to the front of the car and use a screwdriver to inch the starter ring around so the bendix didn’t hit the gap. Always started first time after that small adjustment!
