Sorry brother, migraines are hell on earth.
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ha ha ha ! truth hurts ha ha ha ! got a laugh out of that!
Guess that's an offroad bike then lol.
(and if you were serious about getting it rolling there's a lot of work ahead of you brother)
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Use a torch on the paint after a little more sanding and power whirte wheel. It burns right off.
Remote lever action “spoon” brake?
So essentially what you’re saying is that winning has absolutely nothing to do with how good your bicycle is.
I am really not & never have been one of the cool kids (Like I actually have to tell you guys…) but I have to tell you this story.
Years ago they laid off all the engineers in California when the government military contracts ran out after Vietnam. I designed tools for a company that made equipment for servicing military airplanes.
I met some of my compatriots flipping burgers and one of them handed me my check at the unemployment office.
I went to work as the assistant manager of an equipment rental company in Fresno. Like every garage in the world we had a regular Coca-Cola machine, and it had 1,000,000 miles on it.
Anyhow one day a couple of FOB** Pakistani guys came in to rent a trailer and they tried to buy a Coke. They didn’t speak much English but we were still able to transact business with no problems until they drop that dime.
Because they didn’t know quite how hard you had to push the dime into that machine to make it go all the way down, they got nothing. It was a 1950’s machine, you see, and American dimes became lighter over the decades as they removed the real silver and copper from them.
Seeing their distress, and watching them search their pockets for another dime, I walked over there and smacked the Coke machine a little bit, right above the coin changer, with my fist.
That’s the day when I realized that anybody can become an American.
The Dime dropped, the machine jiggled, and the coke popped out.
Those two guys looked at each other and then they looked at me and one of them said, “Oooo . . . just like Fonzie!”
Anyhow, standing there in my ridiculous orange and blue striped Aramark garage shirt, having been humbled by life to go from a tool designer to fixing old lawnmowers, trailers and dump trucks, that’s about the only time in my life I ever felt like one of the cool kids.
**FOB = Fresh off the boat. A recent immigrant to America.
Years ago they laid off all the engineers in California when the government military contracts ran out after Vietnam. I designed tools for a company that made equipment for servicing military airplanes.
I met some of my compatriots flipping burgers and one of them handed me my check at the unemployment office.
I went to work as the assistant manager of an equipment rental company in Fresno. Like every garage in the world we had a regular Coca-Cola machine, and it had 1,000,000 miles on it.
Anyhow one day a couple of FOB** Pakistani guys came in to rent a trailer and they tried to buy a Coke. They didn’t speak much English but we were still able to transact business with no problems until they drop that dime.
Because they didn’t know quite how hard you had to push the dime into that machine to make it go all the way down, they got nothing. It was a 1950’s machine, you see, and American dimes became lighter over the decades as they removed the real silver and copper from them.
Seeing their distress, and watching them search their pockets for another dime, I walked over there and smacked the Coke machine a little bit, right above the coin changer, with my fist.
That’s the day when I realized that anybody can become an American.
The Dime dropped, the machine jiggled, and the coke popped out.
Those two guys looked at each other and then they looked at me and one of them said, “Oooo . . . just like Fonzie!”
Anyhow, standing there in my ridiculous orange and blue striped Aramark garage shirt, having been humbled by life to go from a tool designer to fixing old lawnmowers, trailers and dump trucks, that’s about the only time in my life I ever felt like one of the cool kids.
**FOB = Fresh off the boat. A recent immigrant to America.
Just like Fonzie 
Exactly. I was just totally flabbergasted that these two very non-American fellows knew American television intimately.Just like Fonzie
They were right there, in spirit and thought.
Reminds me of a part in the movie euro trip
