Just finished a frame that felt like it remembered itself

Spent six hours tonight just listening to the steel—no welding, no measuring, just tapping the tubes and letting the hum decide where the joints should go. It’s not a perfect fit by any book standard, but when I stood it up in the light, it felt like a train that had been waiting for the tracks to be laid. The way the crown stays quiet while the down tube sings… I swear it was already here, just needed me to stop pretending I was making it.