»Adios to the second dutchess

Someone stole the gold Flying Dutchman bike from my apartment last night. Goddammit. I'll give you money to get it back.

      My beloved bicycle was stolen from my apartment last night. It's a scratched-up gold Flying Dutchman frame with a worn Brooks Pro saddle, Phil Wood front and rear hubs, and a fixed-gear. It has a HEAVY sticker on the downtube and an red upper playground sticker on the seat-tube.

You can see it here:

stolen flying dutchman: http://flickr.com/photos/salim/4684590/

I am offering a generous cash reward, no questions asked, for its return.

Over the past few weeks, as I have divested myself of other and sundry bicycles (arrivederci, Ciöcc i Bianchi! bon voyage, Raleigh!) I decided to whittle the collection down to two: the custom-made courtney and the dutchess. They have awesome relaxed geometry, gorgeous details, and work well everywhere that I ride 'em. I've been loudly singing the praises of the Dutchess, an odd lilttle 80s steel frame that's has completely enchanted me. I rode its twin, the blue dutchess, for many tens of thousands of km., until the downtube snapped at the bottom bracket (wow!).
This recalls my enthusiasm for moby, the volvo I thought I would have for ten years. I bought that waggon, thinking it would serve me well, and then a tree went and fell all over it.