My beloved Brown Betty is beyond help. Her aluminum cracked frame is not one that professionals recommend for repair and there are no more Globe Live II mixte frames to be had. We had a great run and I'll never forget it. She carried everything that I threw at her with grace--tons of groceries, a huge tomato plant, a plump old Yorkshire Terrier--often downhill at high speeds (except for the Yorkshire Terrier). She was recognized as a "serious machine," but also as a looker. Several people told me she had a nice rack (that was always funny to me) and no less than the executive director of the Atlanta Bicycle Coalition referred to her as "the beautiful one." That's all over now. She's still beautiful, but not roadworthy and that's all that really matters in a bike. Pieces of her will live on in other bikes. My friend, Darryl, told me someone would likely buy her Shimano hub and I want to transfer her cream tires and Pletscher double kickstand to my next bike. This bit of recycling is but cold comfort to me. I'll miss Brown Betty for some time. She was far greater than the sum of her parts.