Ralph Henry Barbour,
The Bicycle That Won Out
(1920)
“ Loganport's about three miles, Norris. You might—er—see what sort of a record you can make!" Barry scrambled back to the road, mounted, and was off. How he wished then for Tod's Purple Comet! But there was no thought now of holding Plury back. He pedaled hard for a minute and then swung his feet clear. The grade did the rest. Barry silently prayed that the bicycle would hold together and that the old worn tires would stand the test. Faster and faster sped the wheel. Trees and fences and rocks flew past like things in a dream. ”
