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Remember, the stuff was at ROMAX, right?
So two days later we are told the parts can be collected. Fresh and shiny they are, and the bill for "the немцы" doesn't even say 50€. Max wants us to pay less, we give a bit more remembering that any solution including shipping anything from Germany would be more time and money consuming. Treat your wife and kids to a nice restaurant ;)

We grab some gorilla energy drinx and snax and pull up at Adlet's workshop where we start the Friday evening wrenching. Carefully, meditational, yet with some old school hip hop and loaded with sugar and caffeine we throw the barrel and the head on, adjust the timing, install the periphery. In the meantime, Adlet's wife and a bunch of bikers come around to check the situation... What are these Germans doing with this tiny old bike? (Yes, neither of us are Germans and yet they refer to us as 'the Germans')

Finally, we put the tank on, click click the kicker, and brrrraaaap she wakes up ❤️
The crowd is cheering, the wrenchers hugging, everybody happy! We notice though it's past midnight now and indeed now the operation is a success, the party is over, everybody leaves, and we go to our shabby apartment room.

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