When I was young and poor (now I am old and poor) , I used to supplement my meagre pittance of an income by buying broken or crashed bikes and fixing them, to sell for a (very small ) profit. It helped provide enough to buy an occasional week old crust of bread.
A number of the bikes I bought fixed and rode for a while had killed their previous owners. I can think of at least half a dozen or so. Never worried me, wouldn't now. I can say that getting dried baked on blood and body tissue of an exhaust is damn hard.
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