Look. Braze-ons...
Most available brain capacity for the last few week has been taken up working out how to get the now cleaned frame, someone capable of welding and
the Romanian braze-ons in the same place at the same time. There is such a person where I work, but getting the frame to him required some rather complex logistics arrangement involving Eldest Son, the commuter bike, several buses and a couple of trams.
After that it was a matter of saying what I wanted and not jumping through the door every five minutes to see if he’d finished.
By the time the bike was ready to come back I’d concluded that this sort of thing is what Xtracycles are for, so on my next Saturday shift -doing lighting and some stage management for an English speaking Panto group- I cycled down into the city and loaded up for the return.
I cheated for some of the way and took the tram on the worst of the hill.
Judging by the looks from other passengers people transporting freshly welded bicycle frames on a longtail are not a regular sight in suburban Stuttgart.