United States or Saudi Arabia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
The bicycle was leaning against a shelf just beyond me, and on a nail above it I saw an old disreputable-looking cap. I pounced on it joyfully, for it was the one thing I needed to complete my disguise. Then, wheeling the bicycle past the car, I blew out the match and reopened the door. Stepping as noiselessly as possible on the gravel, I pushed the bike across the yard.
High Jinks, I want the most enormous breakfast you've ever cooked. Got any kippers? Good girl. That's the stuff to give the troops. Where's the Mistress? Not down yet? I'll go up. Low Jinks Low Jinks, I'm dashed if you aren't crying! Well, it is jolly nice to see you again, Low. How's the old bike? Look here, Low, I want the most boiling bath " He broke off. "Hullo, Mabel! Hullo!
Most bikes we were used to in Britain were equipped with two hand brakes but this one had a coaster brake, trying to pedal backwards would apply the brake to the back wheel. Riding a bike in Iraq presented some difficulties, the terrain was a mixture of hard ground and loose sand, not always easy to tell apart, and loose sand would quickly bring you to a halt.
"I'll tell you what, Miss Monroe I'm going to call you Martha " said Mabel, "I'm just about sick of California. I'm not a Californian; little old New York for mine. I first seen the light of day at the corner of Sixth Avenue and Sixteenth Street, and I wish to the good Lord I was there now. You'll never get a fair deal in Frisker, if any one should ride up on a bike and ask you, dear.
"I'm afraid we've got no tools here, but there is a smithy about a mile farther on and the chap there has a motor bike, so I expect he could lend you a hand." "Thank you very much," replied the stranger, looking relieved. "I'll shove her along there and leave her. I am much afraid she's gone altogether phut for the time being, and will have to be trundled back to town by rail.
"We have just called at address of Captain Redmayne No. 7 Marine Terrace. He was expected last night had wired yesterday to say he'd be home. They left supper for him, as usual when he is expected, and went to bed. Didn't hear him return, but found on going down house next morning that he had come supper eaten, motor bike in tool house in back yard, where he keeps it.
Pratt squeezed herself behind the tea-table with Mrs. Gresley. The conversation turned on bicycling. "I bike now and then in the country," said Ada, "but I have not done much lately. We have only just come down from town, and, of course, I never bike in London." Rachel had just said that she did. "Perhaps you are nervous about the traffic," said Rachel. "Oh!
"If we stick, one of us will go and collect young Simpson and the other will watch the bike; but we'll be as right as rain and we'd better hurry up." Dick left the trap as he spoke by the simple means of dropping over the side, and Jerry followed his example. "I had better give you my name for Mr. Simpson, did you say? Major Campbell Hugh Campbell." There was a dead silence.
And the only way we had to get to London was on our bicycle. We thought we had better get busy. It's a long bike ride from Basel to London. So we just went as far as the Basel Cathedral, so as not to seem too unappreciative of all the treasures that Switzerland had been saving for us for countless centuries; then we got on board our patient steed and trundled off through Alsace.
As the pistol sounded, Hiram launched his craft, and amid cheers from the crowd it soared up, and, just clearing the red tape, settled gracefully down a few feet the other side of the two hundred foot line. "Good for you, Hiram!" exclaimed Ernest Thompson, the bike scout, who was acting as a patrol on the course. "Whose turn next?" "You kids wait till I get my Bleriot started," sneered Jack.
Word Of The Day