Here's mine:
"Martin seemed suddenly to wake up. He opened the kit bag and oiled his wheel, putting graphite on the chain and adjusting the bearings. Joe was halfway down to the saloon when Martin passed by, bending low over the handle-bars, his legs driving the ninety-six gear with rhythmic strength, his face set for seventy miles of road and grade and dust." --Martin Eden; Jack London.
Chuck "drives an eighty-one gear" Schmidt South Pasadena, California (rainy and cold 54°)
Troy Warnick wrote:
>
> I found this while doing a bit of cleaning. I thought everyone might enjoy
> it.
>
> "Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living! I take
> exercise every afternoon that way. O, to just grip your handlebars and lay
> down to it (lie doesn't hit it at all), and go ripping and tearing through
> streets and road, over railroad tracks and bridges, threading crowds,
> avoiding colisions, at twenty miles or more an hour, and wondering all the
> time when you're going to smash up. Well now, that's something! And then
> go home again after three hours of it, into the tub, rub down well, then
> into a soft shirt and down to the dinner table, with the evening paper and a
> cigarette in prospect- and then to think that tomorrow I can do it all over
> again! -Jack London
>
> Does anyone know when and where this is found in print?
>
> Regards,
> Troy Warnick