Some of you may have seen my intro post, the one with promised pics but I never got around to it. Well if you recall, her name was Skannabelle. The other day I let my cousin who weighs a lot more than me ride her. I tracked his movements through the block by the sound, then i heard SNAP POP BOOM. So I hopped in his Mustang and drove to where it sounded. He was carrying her down the street with what appeared to be a flat tire, no big deal. Put Skannabelle in the back of the Stang and drove back to my house where I got a better look at her. First thing I noticed, the motor chain looked hella loose, then I noticed the bike chain guard had snapped off (odd), looked closer at the rear tire, saw a giant gash in it (more odd). So I looked at the motor. . . noticed it was shifted down (super weird because I had sway bar bushings for a car on the mounts for stability and vibration minimization). So I start to realize this will be a hassle. Then I look at the read end of the motor because the motor refused to shift back to its original position. Then my heart sank, and all my fears came flooding into me as realization hit. She was dead. Her frame had snapped clean. I stood up, yelled at the top of my lungs, threw my wrench and went on a 20ish mile jog for 3.5 hours to mull things over. While I was sulking, my cousin (different from one who was riding) and our fabricator buddy came over. He saw it and said he could probably weld her back together and add in supports. So today he is bringing over his welder and we will see what happens. If it works, she is a new bike and will not be nearly as pretty, hence the name Skarframe. If it doesn't then I have to go garage sale hunting for a new bike. That is my heart wrenching story of the loss of a lovely lady.