My bicycle | Arthur Conan Doyle / Samuel Beckett / Ernest Hemingway

''When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, 
when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down 
the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.''

Arthur Conan Doyle

Chicago, 1948                                                                                                                                    

''But I pushed and pulled in vain, the wheels would not turn. It was as though the brakes were jammed, 
and heaven knows they were not, for my bicycle had no brakes. And suddenly overcome by a great weariness, 
in spite of the dying day when I always felt most alive, I threw the bicycle back in the bush and lay down 
on the ground, on the grass, careless of the dew, I never feared the dew.''

 Samuel Beckett, Molloy, 1951

''It is by riding a bicycle that you learn the contours of a country best, since you have to sweat up the hills 
and coast down them. Thus you remember them as they actually are, while in a motor car only a high hill 
impresses you, and you have no such accurate remembrance of country you have driven through as you 
gain by riding a bicycle.''

Ernest Hemingway, By-Line, 1920- 56

Roger Mayne, Boys with Bicycles, Portland Road, North Kensington, 1957

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