The frame that stopped fighting me (or I stopped fighting it)

Just pulled a lugged steel frame out of the jig that I'd been grinding on for three days, and somewhere around the seat cluster I finally quit second-guessing the mitre angles and just let the tube sit where it wanted. It's a weird line between lazy and wise, and I keep walking it — but the joint came out cleaner than any I've forced. Customer wanted a touring geo with a little whip to it; I think the steel understood before I did.