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120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 22
I worked until 11 p.m., and then gave it up until morning. I realized then that the motor and bicycle were suffering from crystallization.
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 21
They were in business until the ’20’s with varying levels of success in racing and risque scantily-clad female advertising
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 20
The price of gasoline continued to decrease as I got East. In the morning of that day at Ligonier I had paid 10 cents for half a gallon; at Butler I got the same quantity for 8 cents, and at Swanton the price was 7 cents.
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 19
“I was on fine stone roads by this time, and only 25 miles from Chicago. I pedaled Into the Windy City in five and a half hours the next day, June 19. As may be imagined, I was tired after pedaling 25 miles, and not only physically weary, but I was mentally dejected because of the accident to my motor.”
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 18
Imagine a man so anxious to ride a bicycle over railroad ties that he would lie awake at night planning how to prevaricate to the section men!
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 16
The brick pavement of the Council Bluffs streets is superior to anything I ever saw before and I have seen some fine roads in *Australia and other countries. It is laid with such scientific method and such consummate art that you might think you were riding on a board floor when rolling over it.
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 17
At Woodbine I concluded to take to the railroad tracks to escape the affectionate hugging of the gumbo mud and the objurgations of the farmers, a number of whom told me I “ought to keep that thing off the road altogether.”
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 15
One more cyclometer was sacrificed on the ride from Ogallala to Maxwell, snapped off when I had a fall on the road. I do not mention falls, as a rule, as it would make the story one long monotony of falling off and getting on again. Ruts, sand, sticks, stones and mud, all threw me dozens of times.
120th Anniversary of George Wyman’s Coast to Coast Ride – Part 14
I discovered that my big “.38” revolver had worn a hole in my pocket and was sticking through so that it showed plainly between the torn part of my coat.