One-sided, non-professional and non-traditional "bicycle service". We had a bike with such problems: we jumped gears (worn), we put the handle on the rear wheel and hid the handles on the rear halves, we put the lower one on the front (the galma itself was called chudovo). For the sake of the service, the rovers remembered the lance and the cash register, but the problem with the transmissions was eliminated. The wheel was corrected, the rear wheel began to descend, the rear galma did not work, the robots lost their front wheels (like a meister not a chip). Zi sliv maistra, galma vin kachav vydovzh i vperek, ala nich not zmig zrobiti. Zmig tilki nashkoditi. The truth is that we are not alone, because "the right is hopeless." The wheels don't stink, you can buy a new camera from them. They didn't fix the gear, they punched the wheel, they broke the galma, they didn't do it right, they turned the car around for a penny, they were afraid of the "viconan robot".

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