When that car hit me last month, I only broke my leg and got a concussion because I jumped straight up off my bike when I saw her coming, landing on her hood, instead of getting run over like my bike did. Her insurance sent a check for a replacement bike. Last sunday, I went to the Twin Cities Bike Swap.
I loved the swap. I picked up a Black Osell custom track frame from a guy sharing a table with Super Rookie, a guy I happened to meet a few months back while our ladyfolk were having tattoos done. The frame is just beautiful. Lugged steel, black, aggressive track geometry, fits me like a glove. I love it times three. I got a real cool black quill stem by Specialized and a pretty Ritchey seat post to go with an old-yet-comfortable Fizik saddle. Now all I need to do is rebuild my wheels and I'll be ready to go. The leg is almost healed enough to ride it. I took my comfort bike out the other day and had no problems.
The only thing is: with a black frame, stem, chainring, cranks, bag, and work uniform (and now helmet), I'm going to look like a ninja. I'd better get another light.
Cannot wait for weather to get back above 30° F.