Szczel walked by our shop and reminisced:

This is almost an exact replica of the bike my Dad used to ride to his work in Lagonda’s in Feltham during the Fifities. His was much more second hand looking tho. I used to get a lift to school on a little seat on the cross bar. Cosy time with my dad.

And this is from the Midwest of the USA.

In [...]1892 [... a] bicyclist to be considered genuine had to be dressed in bicycle clothes. A man had to wear bicycle pants which were baggy at the top and tight to the legs below. Then he had to have bicycle socks and shoes. The shoes were made of canvass. Then he had to have a loose fitting grey colored short which we would designate now as a sport shirt. Then on his head he had to wear a tight fitting cap with a long bill in front, the longer the better up to a certain ceiling length. With this outfit and a bicycle with drop handlebars he was ready to appear in public as a real cyclist. If he could make 20 miles an hour on a good track he was called a “scorcher,” the idea being that he was going so fast that he would scorch at least the end of his nose if nothing else.