My beloved Batavus was stolen from the courtyard of my apartment building – a quiet spot, behind a house (aka not visible from the street), and flanked by four apartments. BICYCLE STOLEN 121510_FP
Bold, I say, bold. And so dispiriting. I’m surprised at how lonely I feel without it. Your bike really becomes a part of you. I am hopeful it will find its way back to me, but spirits are low.
If seen, please give a shout out to the fine crew at Flying Pigeon Los Angeles who sold me the Batavus and were kind enough to lend me a jaunty Flying Pigeon 3-speed.
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