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You bike down, or drive, and play tennis on hard clay courts, a very fast game; then play badminton inside when it gets dark, and the lamps are lit. I'd never played it before.
Why the bike should be more dangerous to morals than the French fiddle mentioned by Shakespeare appears to be a question solely within the province of the pathologist. As pantagruelism is proceeding almost exclusively on micrological lines, we may expect that, sooner or later, some "eminent physician" will startle the world by discovering the bicycle bacillus.
Bike parties that make explorations lasting for days, or even for weeks, are now not unusual, and if they travel prepared to make camp wherever night overtakes them, the more healthful the sport and the more novel and independent the tour. You should know how to carry the necessary baggage on your wheel.
"Low" Mabel's face twitched. He had persisted in the idiotic and indecorous names, and her face always twitched when he used them "Low, do you keep my axe for chopping coal or what?" And he addressed Mabel. "I'm getting fat, I think. I don't want the axe to cut lumps off myself, though. I'm going to chop a marking peg. I've done a heavyweight world's record on that run in on my bike "
We all start out together, but I could nip back, get onto my bike I've got it down here and meet you anywhere you liked. By Jove, I'm simply dying for a game. I can hardly keep my hands off a bat." "I'll give you all you want. What you'd better do is to ride straight to Lower Borlock that's the name of the place and I'll meet you on the ground. Anyone will tell you where Lower Borlock is.
I've given 'em a pretty good lead all day played hare and hounds all over Dartmoor best part of the morning but somehow I don't believe I've shaken 'em off." "Where did you leave the bike?" "Couple of miles back on the main road. Shoved her in a thicket. Front tyre burst and that settled it. There's a bare hope they may have been kidded into believing I'd gone straight on but it's slender enough.
At this game the gippy always wins, and it is only when, confessing their defeat, the opposition resorts to personal violence that he goes off weeping to beat up his team, having been fully aware from the first that that was what was required. The officer in premature triumph embarks his party in the ferry, into which enter also some horses, two camels and a motor bike.
I was only polite. I had to be. Nobody's called Mr. Batchgrew worse names than you have. But you forget. Only I don't forget. There's lots of things I don't forget, although I don't make a song about them. I shan't forget in a hurry how you let go of my bike without telling me and I fell all over the road. I know I'm lots more black and blue even than I was."
"When he called the day before we came away, he asked a lot of questions about Newport, about horses and polo and golf, and all that, and were the roads good. And then, 'Do you bike, Miss Mavick? "I pretended not to understand, and said I was still studying with my governess and I hadn't got all the irregular verbs yet.
"It was a parting present from General Mansell," she said, "and he took great pains to get me a very good one." "And you bike!" "Oh, yes; I learnt to go out with the Colvins. But I do not venture to use it much here, unless the road is good. Those rocks, freshly laid towards Rockstone, would make regular havoc of the pneumatic tyres."
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