I named him "Lucky" to stave off any bad ju-ju, but when the plan to resurrect my wrecked Specialized on the new frame didn't work out (read about that here) and then the fenders proved to be a monumental puzzle... well, I was thinking the name wasn't enough to stand up against an onslaught of minor setbacks and headaches.
Here's how he looked when he came home (the first time):
And here's how he looked when he came home yesterday afternoon from minor surgery:
Notice anything different? It's very minor, but it changed Lucky from a bike I felt sad about to one I'm going to love to ride. Hint: he's a lot quieter now.