Well, all my pictures are in hard copy, and I cannot find any on the interwebby thang.
I've got an ugly battle-axe Guerciotti circa 1979 or 1980. Patched-up champagne in color with yellow lettering. Noone would ever want to steal this thing, but it's tough as a nuclear submarine. Been in three wrecks that I know of; two of which involved me.
I once had to bend the derailleur fork to accept a new one (Suntour Superbe Pro) after I ripped mine off putting that thing down in a turn. Previously, I was cut off by a bunch of Vermont hicks while leading a paceline (damn copper-colored 1974 Novas)
Did more damage to the bike than I did to me. Learn how to fall...Broke my toe kicking the guardrail and screaming "how can you be so fucking stupid?" I thought that would be better than beating the driver over the head with my hand pump, as I had a helmet on and she didn't. :p
Oh the memories...nowadays I drink scotch and smoke ciggies and remember how much fun it was.
"People don't do what they believe in, they just do what's most convenient, then they repent." - Dylan