Mr. Punch Awheel: The Humours of Motoring and Cycling
“ The motor-car. Whose wheels o'er greasy asphalte skim,Exacting toll of life and limb, (What is a corpse or so to him) ?The motorist's. Who flies before the oily gustWafted his way through whirling dust,And hopes the beastly thing will bust?The pedestrian. Who thinks that it is scarcely fairTo have to pay for road repairWhile sudden death lies lurking there?The ratepayer. Who as the car goes whizzing pastAt such law-breaking stands aghast, (For forty miles an hour is fast) ? ”
