Sorry to hear that, I'd be bummed if I ever wrecked my Jubilee Sport. I was bummed about trashing one of the Rigida rims that were on it when I bought it.
The Rhode Island DPW decided to leave an open hole in a bike travel lane that runs down a fairly steep hill and along a busy route, without marking the hole in any way. My bunny hopping skills aren't what they were in 1981. I almost cleared the hole, just caught the lip of the hole with my back rim and completely taco'd the rim.
And, you know, I JUST realized what that Yes song is about. I never really thought about it, I'm not a huge Yes fan.
( I know these things are exotically rare in the USA, but I hope some of you understand the principle). Visibility is good, there's nothing approaching on my right (we drive on the left...), i have the right of way, so I proceed. It's slightly downhill, I cross at c.15 mph, maybe a shade faster - I'm accelerating. The Toyota drives straight out in front of me from my left. I hit the brakes and his rear door virtually simultaneously and am catapulted right over the roof of the car and onto the road. The point of my shoulder takes the impact, glancing blow to my temple, various grazes and contusions. Police, ambulance, x-rays and four hours in Accident and Emergency later, I am discharged home with a separated shoulder, probable torn ligaments and an appointment with the orthopods and for a scan tomorrow morning.
Nothing broken, surprisingly, but the soft tissue damage looks severe, my left shoulder has been moved a couple of inches down my side. Hurts like hell. I am not amused.
And my lovely vintage Raleigh is dead. Both top and downtubes are like origami