In contrast, this is BEST bike I ever had. A 45 year old Vitus 979 duralinox. It's been to hell and back, a dozen times over. In the late nineties I took it touring with my wife eleven hundred miles through Italy. With bags. And a rack. It's been battered through thirty winters, the down tube unglued itself from the bottom bracket (a spot of industrial 3M sorted that, with the help of a wooden mallet). I've crashed it half a dozen times, broken the front forks, got a real shit replacement pair, dented it, abused it through every kind of salt encrusted route and highway and still...
It refuses to die! Like my old grandad said of Perkins diesel engines: If you want rid of it, you'll have to take it out and shoot it!