The Wunderkammer of the Mild Colonial Boy, Esq., a Reactionary Tory Gentleman, who armed only with a Steampowered Babbage Engine and Pure Intentions, wanders the Time Streams and Aetheric Plane gathering an Eccentric Hodgepodge of Curiousities, Frivolities, Whimsicalities and Nonsense.
Q. Why is your Tumblelog called "My Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning"?
A. Because "My Grandmother's Ear-Trumpet Has Been Struck by Lightning" wouldn't fit in the available space.
A cry of horror emanated from Ned’s lips as he saw the locomotive dash into view and come rushing down upon him. But he did not pause an instant. His bicycle seemed to suddenly shoot forward along the single plank as though impelled by the impetus of a catapult.
A penny-farthing bicycle vs a train? Yeah… he’s boned.
Circa 1890. “Frances Benjamin Johnston, self-portrait, dressed as a man with false mustache.” The Washington, D.C., photographer was one of the first women to rise to prominence in the profession. Albumen print.
The figure illustrates a new tricycle termed the “quadrant” which has three wheels of equal size, so that the weight is equally divided amongst them. This gives the steering or third wheel a better “bite” of the ground, and facilitates the act of steering. The machine is open-fronted and is braked at the axles. The axle of the hind wheel revolves in sliding boxes, operating by a steering-rod.”
‘The Gatherer’ - Cassells Family Magazine 1884.
why anyone ever thought having someone sit on top of a giant wheel would be a good idea will forever be a mistery to me, bth
You know that other guy’s hatin’ that his ride ain’t half as sweet~ Pimp THIS, ya’ two-wheelin’ oaf!