tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post2989180636648349755..comments2023-06-14T04:13:03.470-07:00Comments on Deb Gould: BICYCLES...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-23507458459232071502016-06-02T02:11:19.725-07:002016-06-02T02:11:19.725-07:00I"m planar by your table make up the superior...I"m planar by your table make up the superior production. <a href="http://www.liriakombtare.com/seo/method-to-use-wordpress-themes-for-your-e-commerce-website/" rel="nofollow">wordpress themes</a><br />pitbullhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17827969012852430077noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-67071485368015097082016-05-04T11:54:29.217-07:002016-05-04T11:54:29.217-07:00Thanks for the blog post buddy! Keep them coming.....Thanks for the blog post buddy! Keep them coming... <a href="http://www.speedtracker.nl/snorfiets-kopen/" rel="nofollow">scooter bestellen</a><br />Roman lesnarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18036851073128899830noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-90532389739170640232015-01-07T18:46:02.798-08:002015-01-07T18:46:02.798-08:00I know, Wendy -- luggage? On a bicycle? Really? We...I know, Wendy -- luggage? On a bicycle? Really? We sat on it, too -- sidesaddle, even -- and once I actually stood on it (did not turn out well...).Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-36265068077744079792015-01-07T05:52:05.858-08:002015-01-07T05:52:05.858-08:00You're going to need these ads again in a coup...You're going to need these ads again in a couple weeks. HA! I'm sure I never realized the flat piece over the back wheel was a luggage carrier -- I thought it was a seat. Wendyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863357756727783017noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-39041062895236275992015-01-06T14:35:07.225-08:002015-01-06T14:35:07.225-08:00Reminds me of Henry Ford, who said that people cou...Reminds me of Henry Ford, who said that people could buy his Model Ts in any color they wanted, as long as it was black.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-28088283247276564312015-01-06T07:29:33.325-08:002015-01-06T07:29:33.325-08:00Interesting old adverts, although the descriptions...Interesting old adverts, although the descriptions aren’t very appealing. Battleship Grey and London Smoke - oh, yes please!Little Nellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11862657943846727987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-87548665949672820502015-01-05T19:02:09.120-08:002015-01-05T19:02:09.120-08:00That's how I felt about it, too. There was som...That's how I felt about it, too. There was something about being in total control of it all...I could go places at what felt like breakneck speed; could do it all by myself -- it was wonderful!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-47198434089202459602015-01-04T18:09:50.504-08:002015-01-04T18:09:50.504-08:00Terrific adverts! One time many years ago I met an...Terrific adverts! One time many years ago I met an old woman in rural England who told me a story of how the bicycle transformed her life when she was a young girl in the 1915-1925 era. She described that liberating freedom of being on two wheels with such passion it made a very memorable moment for me. Mike Brubakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13065245846262417519noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-79960255285529955522015-01-04T04:58:45.047-08:002015-01-04T04:58:45.047-08:00I've got a couple, Jo, but pretty boring shots...I've got a couple, Jo, but pretty boring shots: me standing, posing, next to my bike. And by the time I was in high school, nobody would be caught on a bike...it meant you didn't have a junker, you didn't have any status!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-14991440246670286472015-01-04T04:56:31.864-08:002015-01-04T04:56:31.864-08:00They're pretty popular over here, too, Alan --...They're pretty popular over here, too, Alan -- but you're right: the joy seems to be gone, and everybody takes it so seriously...helmets and special shorts and goggles, etc. Where's the fun in THAT?Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-18736456561183998622015-01-04T03:45:33.844-08:002015-01-04T03:45:33.844-08:00I remember my bike having a chain guard in the 196...I remember my bike having a chain guard in the 1960s, when riding to school was the in thing, and presumably protected our school tunics (uniform). Where are the photos of you on your bike?Jofeathhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-20394864272989583452015-01-04T01:41:16.220-08:002015-01-04T01:41:16.220-08:00What an interesting reflection on bikes. They are ...What an interesting reflection on bikes. They are so popular over here at the moment (the after-effects of the Tour de France) but all the slinky smooth crafted designer bikes you see today don't seem to have the joy of those early bikes you illustrate.Alan Burnetthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01015127443616786425noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-74798077584365355302015-01-03T19:51:10.867-08:002015-01-03T19:51:10.867-08:00And wasn't it wonderful to have that sense of ...And wasn't it wonderful to have that sense of freedom? I remember it clearly -- felt like an adult, for crying out loud! I had a wicker basket; had fringe things coming out of the hand grips...boy, it was something!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-35163369729344919552015-01-03T16:08:22.630-08:002015-01-03T16:08:22.630-08:00My first & only bike was a second-hand fixer-u...My first & only bike was a second-hand fixer-upper, but boy, did my Dad fix it up! It was a beautiful shade of turquoise-blue, had white-wall tires, 3-speeds, fancy white handle grips with red & green reflector gems on the ends, plus a large front basket & a loud horn. It was a 12th birthday present & I loved it. I rode well, but took a few spills now & again because I was a bit of a dare-devil. Luckily, I never broke anything, but our medicine chest was full of bandaids for scrapes & bruises.La Nightingailhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04769079547153094005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-71336721017257834432015-01-03T15:53:52.425-08:002015-01-03T15:53:52.425-08:00Well, I would have done anything to not have to we...Well, I would have done anything to not have to wear dresses at that age, so catching it in the chain would have been a perfect solution for me!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11658880722411505714noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743429387466266100.post-53592995603596505032015-01-03T06:54:57.428-08:002015-01-03T06:54:57.428-08:00My first attempt to ride a bike resulted in a badl...My first attempt to ride a bike resulted in a badly broken arm, which probably delayed getting my own bike. I rode my second bike to school in fifth grade, and dresses were required for school then. I think long pants may have been more likely to get caught than short skirts.Postcardyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16399915833682943432noreply@blogger.com