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The return of the push bicycle – archive
3 August 1916: With the restoration of our highways and byways to civilisation, the old “tandem” for man and wife has awakened from its sleep
Wednesday 3 August 2016 05.30 BST
Last modified on Wednesday 3 August 2016 05.33 BST
Having last week made a cycling tour through the North of England (writes a correspondent), I can confirm the testimony from various quarters that, with the present decay of motoring, the “push-bicycle” has temporarily returned to its own. The road hog is almost extinct; the big touring car is going, so is the fussy, noisy little two-seater, while the motor-bicycle with sidecar is all but gone. Starting from Leeds on Monday, July 24, and going north by way of Northallerton, Darlington, Newcastle, and Morpeth to Wooler, then coming westward through the Yetholmes, and south again to Liverpool by way of Hawick, Carlisle, Lancaster, and Ormskirk, I reckoned I encountered a motor every twenty miles. Three years ago the average was nearer a motor for every mile, and by the term “motor” I indicate anything from a Rolls-Royce to a motor-bicycle. It is now possible for the weary cyclist to push uphill, taking the whole width of the road in his meanderings, without being irritated from the rear by the snappy snort of a car while he is smothered at the front by a plunging motor-bicycle.