Owlie, thanks, and no big deal on the bike damage. Still perfectly rideable and probably less than $100 for back to pristine, rare that a drop is going to cost you less than that. If somebody had knocked it over in our parking lot, same damage, I wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Just the fact that it was my fault, and that I don’t know exactly what I did wrong that is bugging the hell out of me.
Munch it was a little of both for me, sorry that I dropped the bike, happy that my first reaction after I realized the inevitable was to make sure that she didn’t get hurt. Much to my surprise she wasn’t traumatized in the least; once I assured her the bike was fine she got right back on without any qualms. All night long, it was our anniversary, when we were sitting at dinner I kept beating myself up, “I’m such a freaking idiot. How did I let that happen?” and she kept coming back with, “Hey you dropped it, you picked it up, we’re fine, we’ll be out there next chance we get.” Guess you can see which side of the bed all the brains and logic sleep on.