Time has taken it's toll upon my old steed.
I took it all apart to start removing the surface rust and discovered that time and water have rusted the main beam through to the point that I doubt that no matter how much I clean it up and repair the paint, my buddy will not hold weight anymore.
I don't have the heart to just throw it out. So the tricycle is going into retirement in the guest room by the fireplace as a token to my childhood. 

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