Thursday, March 12, 2009

"From whom is any cyclist in his right mind going to accept a lift?"

A fellow cyclist pointed me to this 1955 film by British Railways about London cyclists railroading to Rugby to continue their Sunday cycling tour. I love it. A hundred miles on those behemoths and they don't even look like they break a sweat. Equally endearing is the horror expressed at the thought of putting a bicycle in a car. If only the same horror were so pervasive today.



My new motto: "A cycling tour without a map is like new potatoes without mint."

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