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By George!
JOURNEY THROUGH THE LANES OF CYCLE HISTORY
40 Frank Pattersons on permanent view.

How big is a Penny Farthing’s wheel? And just how uncomfortable were those early bikes compared with today’s hi-tech versions? Journey through the lanes of cycle history and see bicycles from 1818, such as the Hobby Horse, Bone Shakers and Penny Farthings up to the most modern Raleigh cycles of today. See historic shop replicas including early lamp collections. Photographs, posters and enamel signs from days gone by. The Dunlop tyre story.
Cycles through the ages on video.
Displays on past racing stars such as Tom Simpson, Barry Hoban, Bill Bradley, Bill Dovey, Barry Clarke and George Fleming. Bicycle Collections from the National Cycle Museum, Tom Norton, David Higman, Raleigh and more. Over 200 machines on display, all with a story to tell.

The Automobile Palace, Llandrindod Wells, Powys.
Phone 01597 8254531
to confirm with the curator of opening times

CONGRATULATIONS
To Jim Willis for becoming Chairman and forth coming Janet Willis a Trustee of the National Cycle Collection.
A nice little poem I came across many years ago in a monthly magazine 'This England'; written by Margaret Owen, published in 1926 by Fowler Wright Ltd in a collection called "County Series III".
XXXOh, little roads of England
They have me in their spell,
XXXThey only share their secrets
With those who love them well
XXXThe little roads are gracious,
They have a happy smile,
XXXThey give you lasting beauty,
With every twisting mile.

XXXXXXI do not mean the great roads,
XXXThe Roman roads, the straight roads,
XXXXXXThe can’t-stop-cos-I’m-late roads,
XXXBut the little roads, the by-roads
XXXXXXThe just-the-you-and-I roads
XXXThe find-us-for-we’re-shy roads
XXXXXXThat run below the Downs.
XX
X Where’er you go in England,
The little roads you’ll find,
XXXBut only those who love them
Can find their peace of mind
.XXXTheir furry folk will greet you
Their birds sing loud and clear,
XXXAnd you will hear them always
Till last night’s shape draws near.
XXX
XXXXXXFor I do not mean the fast roads,
XXXThe clear-my-way-and-blast roads,
XXXXXXThe why-must-you-get-past roads,
XXXThe no-respect-for-casteroads,
XXXXXXThat make this land hell.
XXXBut the little roads, the clear roads,
XXXXXXThe bread-and-cheese-and-beer-roads,
XXXThe come-and-love-me-dear roads,
XXXXXXThe never-mind-you-are-here roads,
XXXThat hold me in their spell.