Hochräder sind offenbar immer noch ein Ding. Zumindest für jene, die an den britischen Hochradmeisterschaften teilgenommen haben. Und das sieht dann so aus.
Einen Kommentar hinterlassenMake no mistake, this is not a pastime for the timid. A penny farthing stands a good two and a half metres high, which is uncomfortably close to the altitude at which one requires oxygen. Steering the thing is like trying to turn a wardrobe with handlebars, and falling off, which happens frequently, is about as much fun as being thrown from a small horse onto gravel. The machines have no gears, so riders must heave themselves up hills and then hurl themselves down the other side with all the control of a runaway wardrobe.
And yet, there is a peculiar joy in it all. For these enthusiasts, perched aloft like Victorian gentlemen about to cycle into a Punch cartoon, the thrill outweighs the bruises. Against all logic, they are keeping alive one of the most impractical yet oddly wonderful inventions Britain ever produced.
