It's been a long time since all my bikes were crippled at once, but alas the Marin is dead.
According to Samways (with a lot of head shaking and sucking of air through teeth) I've cracked the frame. Very probably when that idiot hit me last month. She was a good bike, may she rest in peace.
I could do without having to find a new bike while we're in the middle of paying to get Andromeda sorted and buying a new house. This is annoyingly bad timing.
The shame of it.
My name is Lactose, and I am a pedestrian...