Anthony M. Rud, The Giant Footprints (1918)
“ A bicyclist far ahead heard the cannonade of our approach and backed his flimsy machine far into the grassy ditch at the side of the road. In a sort of exalted bravado I jammed my left foot on the cut-out as we swirled by, and the answering super-salvo thrilled me to the very bone. “Seventy-eight—eighty!” yelled Masters, almost in my ear. “Slow down now: First crossroad to the right!” Reluctantly I removed my foot from the accelerator, and the big racer quieted down to a more ordinary rate of speed. ”
