After 17 years (I bought it for under $300 in 1998) and untold thousands of rounds punched through the gun ... I broke it.
I was at an IPSC [USPSA] match at the Albany gun club, and not doing all that well because
Let me be a bit clearer:
I tried to do a reload, but the magazine would only go halfway in. I tried everything; I even leaned over and whispered softly: "I promise I'll still respect you in the morning" but that didn't work.
So I quit the stage with one magazine fired in what I had expected to be a three-magazine problem (8-round magazines), and took a zero on the stage.
[NOTE: I had a GREAT time: about 11 seconds on a 30-second stage, but I got a zero score of course because I ONLY SHOT EIGHT ROUNDS.]
After I signed the score sheet, I took my broke-dick gun to the safety table to get a good look at it. After I field-stripped it and found some strong sunlight, I could look down at the magazine well through the top of the frame, and the right-hand side of the trigger yoke was protruding into the magazine well a good eighth of an inch. It didn't look as if it had broken (at least in that part I could see), but it was at least bent. Into the magazine well.
And here I always thought I had a delicate finger on the trigger!
Which explained why I couldn't even drop the hammer to clear the stage: by IPSC rules, the gun didn't leave the stage "loaded" but I wasn't "clear" in the strictest sense.
I gave The Beloved Kimber to my friend, The Hobo Brasser (THB), to do the mechanical stuff involved in removing the old trigger. I'll be ordering a replacement trigger from Brownell's (I guess), and have it delivered to THB.
I have as much mechanical ingenuity as a hog in a sty, except perhaps not as much manual dexterity.
(I once tried to replace the floater bulb in an old-style toilet: I broke the porcelain tank in the process. I ended up having to buy a new toilet and hiring a plumber to install it. THAT is how much of a mechanic I am!)
My friend THB said "I've got a back-up 1911 in the car, you can finish the match with that", which generous offer I gratefully accepted. I finished the match with a gun that felt a LOT different (it was a Taurus, and the grip safety ... unlike The Beloved Kimber ... had not been pinned).
But wait: there's more!