****! My friend Bjorn who lives in Berlin went to Cicli Berlinetta today to inquire about my bike. They gave him some story about a Fed Ex number???!!! What the hell? I get a different bull**** answer every time I ask what's going on. It was supposed to go by mail, which required a smaller box than the one I packed it in (well Bjorn packed it for me because I was in full gimp mode at the time). They were supposed to have taken care of that. Then I heard the delay was caused by the need for a bigger box. Now there is some kind of "problem" with "Fed Ex". Angry and confused I am. It is now 8pm there and I just got the email. Apparently Dustin the owner wasn't at the store today anyway. I'm going to have to call tomorrow and try and figure this out. God what a friggen nightmare. Let this be a lesson: all of these things happen with you open your car door without looking!