It was morning. I was just about to leave my desk at work to scurry to class. A professor (an avid astrophotographer) was holding the elevator doors open for me.
I grabbed my faithful camera in a hurry, and in a split-second, the neckstrap caught on to the desk, and the Leica fell face first into the fake-tile/concrete floor.
I picked her up and flew into the elevator. I dared not to glance at her face, fearing the worst. Finally, sitting down in the auditorium, moments before class started, I looked. She looked back at me, as if with a disappointing look in her face -- why?
I spent that entire class emailing Youxin Ye about the series of unfortunate events that just unfolded. He told me that the damage was too much; the top plate needed to be replaced.
To Massachusetts, my Leica M2 left. To Maryland, the FrankenLeica returns -- a Leica M2 with an M1 top plate.
It's been more than a handful of days and the FrankenLeica is doing well. She snaps photos like no-other, and begs to be taken out even on cloudy, overcast, f/4 days.