Former freeholder gave me this Raleigh Grand Prix, alone in the accommodation abode basement back the '70s. Sandpaper, no-name cog (40:16), aerosol paint, tubes, grease, chopping, flipping, taping. Now it's bland and fast and quiet. And it aloof seems blessed to be out on the alley again. Thanks, Kendrick from Boston
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