i've been wanting to take this beautiful bike home with me, but where it's supposed to come apart (see the screw halfway down the bar), some idiot welded it together:
so i took it to a car-repair place where a nice turkish guy talked to me about california, which was his home for 5 years in the 70s, ground it apart for free:
the hacksaw on the right was from a previous, ill-advised, attempt to break the weld myself.
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my bike!!
housemates' breakfast, eh? well isn't that cosy! i don't seem to remember being invited to any 'housemates' breakfasts' or many other 'housemates' events when i was there....
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