Well, it’s been almost a month since someone stole my mid 1990s Bianchi Nyala out of my car in downtown Denver. I miss that steed dearly even we’d been together for only a few months. In an homage to all the stolen bikes out there, especially the townie bikes upon whom we cyclists rely so heavily, I pontificate on the reasons everyone needs a townie bike to commute or run errands or tool around town with.

Goodbye, Bianchi. We hardly knew ye.