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I’m still grieving over the stolen Bianchi, but here’s her less expensive, more practical and upright replacement, a Schwinn Le Tour Suntour from the 1980s.

Maiden voyage tomorrow in the c-c-c-old seven-mile commute across town.

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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.


Ever since I was twelve and owned my first bicycle (a girly blue thing with flowers on it), I have known that life on two wheels = freedom. Even as my taste in bicycles has morphed over the years, I still feel, when I take my street bike out (an early 1990s steel Univega), that pedaling can take you farther than a feet can, and that there is no substitute for wind whooshing through one’s hair.

I have long been cognizant of how the bicycle sped along the epic, 76-year-long journey for women to get the right to vote.

And one woman, a Polish mother of three in Massachusetts, took to the streets of the world with her bicycle. Not for any political reason, mind you, but just to see if she could do it.

And she could. And she did. And eventually, they did too.

Read Annie Londonderry’s story here.