I'll be optimistic and say you'll heal and then get to go bike shopping.Maybe it's real?
Sep 1, four of us were heading south to romp around PA for the long weekend.
Couple days prior, in a dream, I see a (my) bike sliding, on its left side.
As I'm getting ready to leave that morning, tying my shoes (no one else in the house) I spoke out loud, something I never do, and I said, to no one, "let's go crash" in a sarcastic voice.
Five hours later..........I binned it. The fjr is no more.
I'm busted up a tad, but I'm alive.