The Destruction Of a Silver Fairy of Merlin Metalworks; Or, How Pooh found that a combination of a big belly and big legs caused a little crack

Power unquenchable power, as Smaug gluts all he can swallow so did the Monster the Mighty Pooh swallow down all Honey, Cream, Chocolate and Cookies that dared shed a crumb or fleck of sweetness in his chubby presence. And yet even as Pooh's own great Gut betrayed him egress from rabbit's house so did I kill my only love by my greed for speed. These two things should never be mixed upon my Silver Fairy:

But it is too late she is dead and I in my lust for speed in my greed to slay every irritating hill grinding into it standing up and pulling with my hands. No it was not supposed to be possible she was a magic lass a Creature of MERLIN (metalworks)http://www.merlinbike.com/
a Fey One of immortal life and strength wrapped in titanium her heart was to be unbreakable. I even boasted before that she would outlive me. True enough I've snapped steel and metal matrix bikes before... hmm around five or so bicycles I have broken behind the bottom bracket or on the chain stay. But those tramps were just foolish lunks- well ok they were race worthy, but they were not the best of the best. Yes I rode an Extra Light from 1997 to today 2006 I thought I found the love that would never bend under me, the one hard heart that was crafted by wizards of legend and so she was called the Silver Fairy.
I remember standing up and torquing to sprint up a bit yesterday. I can't exactly recall hearing a new crack or creak, as my c-rec pedals constantly creak, but I do distinctly remember the feeling something was wobbly or loose. Puzzled I stopped to check if my hubs were screwy, my bottom bracket blown, or my headset imploded. None of these were the case. So ignoring it I continues to ride and decided one of my tire casings had pulled a mass of kevlar thereat from its weave.
The next day I rode again to school a paltry 25 miles one way. I was getting ready to leave when a teacher pointed at the crack on my downtube and said it was dangerous to ride it. I stared at it incredulously and then it struck me that I had slain my Silver Fairy Princess. I had killed her and not even in a crash. No I had simply broken her in our thrashing the roads with our unrelenting speed and powerful pavement burning. Like a fool who cared not about a critical failure I rode home on her dead carcass pondering how fat I will become free of her hate for all things slow and gentle. I just wonder if The Merlin Masters will replace her for free...? If not I may seek out a carbon caked fat tubed teaser to mess with cars again.

A broken neck and the guilt is mine:

All is lost in this crack that spells the Doom to My Only Magic Fairy:

Can titanium be Destroyed is flesh greater than steel and the doughtier metal of Fighter Jets?

The sad Face of a Killer of a Sylvain Elf. Yes it was my doing I broke her fine neck.

May the Merlin Welders have Mercy and Give me another Magic Creature. But, how long will she live under me? Perhaps my vigor will weaken in my old age? Nine years is a long time for just one frame. How many thousands of miles did she suffer under the bulk of the Great Pooh.

The killer was not my hand. No I blame my legs. Look at that lip of muscle above my knee! It is the evil smile of a killer who exalts in his terrible strength. I blame my legs for the death of this titanium lass. It was their deed not mine.

It's all a terrible pity. I guess I'll just have to MTB now or get fat...