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A little bit of rust, a couple dents, and a ton of fun. This is the bike that you take to the park with your Sunday New York Times and a baguette. A dearly-loved, family-owned, pass-me-down artifact from the golden age of lugged steel touring bikes, Schwinn Voyageur will curse any would-be thief with a swift car-door in-your-face down Halsted. To contact me for a private showing, tweet me at @shelobscave or floatalong on Instagram.