After the spate of international cycle races, with riders clad only in briefs and singlets, speeding along main highways, perspiring for mile after mile, snatching a light meal and then racing off again for another 100 or 200 miles, we turn to a more leisurely pastime--veteran cycle rallying.
L.S. Start at Ripley Green.
C.U. No. 2. Oldest byke.
S.C.U.Pan Cycle No. 12. pan up to owner.
S.V. Cycle No. 6. The Sociable.
L.V. Start of the race.
S.V. No. 6. past camera.
L.V. Cycles along road past cheering crowds.
S.V. Cycles past camera.
S.V. No. 66. towards camera.
S.V. No. 6. Bearded gentleman and passenger towards camera.
L.V. Tandem arriving at public house.
S.V. Lady dismounts.
S.V. Owner of No. 49. drinking.
L.V. Group of riders drinking.
C.U. Man drinking.
Angle shot; No. 59.
S.V. Fenny farthing past camera.
L.V. Cyclists arriving at Roe hampton.
S.V. No. 75. arriving at Wandsworth.
S.V. No. 1. arrives - owner and passenger dismount.
S.V. No6. pulling up trousers.
S.V. Rider of No. 24. tandem arrives and wipes brow.
Initials S-D J.H./P.B.
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Background: After the spate of international cycle races, with riders clad only in briefs and singlets, speeding along main highways, perspiring for mile after mile, snatching a light meal and then racing off again for another 100 or 200 miles, we turn to a more leisurely pastime--veteran cycle rallying.
On a dismal June 1st. a dozen or so strangely dressed, comically mounted cyclists prepared for their marathon run to Wandsworth, London, from the country village of Ripley, in Surrey. Most of their machines looked as though they were rejects from the Albert and Victoria Museum. Few, if any, had pneumatic tyres--such modern contraptions are liable to failure. Dressed appropriately for the weather, in heavy worsted jackets, waistcoats and breeches--thick woollen dressed and picture hats for the ladies----these riders of veteran cycles--many of whom themselves looked like veterans---set off for the great metropolis.
At Thames Ditton there was a stop for refreshments, mainly good English beer. When everyone was satisfied they rally continued. At Richmond a rather steep hill had to be negotiated. Fortunately all the competitors managed to make the other side without any casualties and on they pedalled.
One 'penny-farthing' rider, perched several feet above the rest of the competitors, was thought to be suffering from lack of oxygen; later he informed his friends that he been dozing on his machine as a result of the slow pace of the race. Many spectators thought that the tandem riders had an unfair advantage over the rest of the field, but this point did not unduly worry the solo riders. Rally winner was no 75.