Biking career in jeopardy

Yes I know this is tragic. A cloud of uncertainty has now descended upon my once bright and promising future in cycling (that's what us hardcore dudes say instead of biking - biking is for fat old dudes with long beards on a harley). On my way to work on Friday tragedy struck. Since a picture is worth 1,000 words I'll just lay this on you to keep this post short.




I was in the parking lot at work when this tragedy struck. I was trying to slow down so I could manuver a turn when my front wheel locked up and I went flying over the handlebars. Of course there were about 12 other associates who watched the action unfold. When I got up and dusted myself off I saw both the carnage done on my bike and my body, as well as a dozen shocked faces staring back at me. I bolted into the locker room in an embarassed huff and took a closer look at the damage. I really only had a few scrapes and bruises but as you can see my bike wheel was fubared.

I am now trying to decide if I will ever ride again. Ok not that dramatic but I am trying to decide how I'll get back on a bike. I can either buy a new front wheel and once again resurrect the old mission bike, or just start anew with a replacement bike. I also need to get over the emotional distress of the incident and let time erase the memory of those who witnessed this embarassing incident.