In my garage sits an old balloon-tired bike from the 30’s (yes, the previous owner claims he bought it second-hand in 1938) that I used as a commuter here in Bloomington until the frame cracked about 5 years ago. It was stolen not just once but twice–and recovered. The first time it was gone for a couple of hours, the second time for about 18 months. Bikes generate stories. -From Al Ruesink