Little pink bell R.I.P.

Well, this last week I finally acquired a bike bell. It was super sweet, pink, and the one day I was able to use it, proved to be a valuable tool for not only myself but several pedestrians who could have very well been run over in my haste to meet my auntie and husband for a beer.
However, my bike bells life was very short lived. Less than 24 hours to be precise.
Riding like a banshee, down hill, ringing my bell and singing along to the music in my head, I turned a corner and ran smack dab into a loose pile of gravel and concrete (U.A.A. drive, the immediate right after King Career center. BEWARE!).
Despite all of my efforts to slow down, my tires slipped from beneath me and down I went.
Now, I must comment here that all of ones life you hear little phrases that at one point or another you come to understand with clarity, such as, "the bigger they are, the harder they fall." I'm not the biggest girl on the planet but I don't remember it hurting to fall down as much when I was 6.
Needless to say, I ate copious amounts of shit on my fall. (Hopefully documentation of my wounds will be posted soon).
Luckily, I was wearing a helmet that the visor sheered off of but protected my wee noggin and kept my face intact.
I thought I had broken my arm but alas, after laying on the embankment and breathing through the pain I realized I could in fact move all parts of myself and all parts were still attached to me.
My beautiful little bell did not, I am sad to say, fare quite so well. It was destroyed.
So, today will be my first day back on my bike since my wretched experience (I've been walking a lot) and my first stop will be to the Bike Shop where I shall do my best to procure yet another bell to replace the one that I'm sure in some way helped to cushion my great fall and save me from further harm. Thanks little bell! (and helmet too!!!)