80.5 M. P. H. Along a blocked-off concrete boulevard in the outskirts of Los Angeles raced two motorcycle policemen, followed by an Auburn speedster with a streamlined windshield fastened to the rear. Close behind was a bearded man on a bicycle, his tremendous legs pumping like pistons. Zipping along in the vacuum of the Auburn's wake, the bearded bicyclist hit 75, 80, 85 m. p. h. The motorcycle officers dropped out at 85. Auburn and bicyclist shot over the finish line at 90 m. p. h., were doing 100 m. p. h. before they...
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