So having let my frame fill my cousins house for a while, my uncle picked it up and brought it to me. THANKS uncle Walther. He gave it to me, as if it was weighing a ton. Turns out i could lift it with my little finger. It was a bit bruised, but not more than my own bikes would have been. It was dirty though. So into the shop to clean it
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