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id: 29022
title: Mr. Punch Awheel: The Humours of Motoring and Cycling
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  * * * Illustration: _Winny_ (_one mile an hour_) _to Annie_ (_two miles an hour_). On to the bike beside my porch I'll spring, like falcon on its prey, And Lucy, on _her_ wheel shall scorch, And coast with me the livelong day.


id: 49831
author: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins
title: Two Pilgrims' Progress; from fair Florence, to the eternal city of Rome
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sentence: 1777
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  If, however, in their youthful curiosity they pressed upon us too closely, polite men and women, who had also come to look, drove them back with terrible cries of _Via, ragazzi!_ And Behold they wrought a Work on the Wheels._ _IER.18.3_


id: 58206
author: Murif, Jerome J.
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title:
  From Ocean to Ocean: Across a Continent on a Bicycle An Account of a Solitary Ride From Adelaide to Port Darwin

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  Soon after leaving the well dreary open country is met with--nothing to be seen for many miles but spinifex. * * Before many miles had been covered, against a head wind and under a sweltering sun, a sharp thirst reminded me that I had eaten a salt-meat breakfast; and that thirst became sharper still before Taylor Creek was reached.


id: 21729
author: Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
title: Dusty Diamonds Cut and Polished: A Tale of City Arab Life and Adventure
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  Am I not entitled, said Molly, ignoring her husband's question, to express regret that your work should include coming home now and then with scratched cheeks, and swelled noses, and black eyes? Come now, returned Giles, you must admit that I have fewer of these discomforts than most men of the force, owing, no doubt, to little men being unable to reach so high--and, d'you know, it's the little men who do most damage in life; they're such a pugnacious and perverse generation! Here, tuck into the bread and butter, little man, it'll make you grow.


