Cyclocide...
It's happened. My bike has been condemned to permanent garage living (I can't bear to trash her) by most every bike-master I've been to see. The head-tube crack in question is indeed fatal and the mixte-master will no longer ride the crappy streets of San Francisco. If everyone could do a trackstand or pour a little White Lightening on the ground for our dearly departed, I think she'd really appreciate it. Excuse me while I mourn for a little while...--End melodramatic scene...