This is how my grandpa got his exercise in later years. We found it set up like this when we started going through his things. I have many fond memories of the ahooga horn and the stories to go along with it.
One year, while I was training for a triathlon or something, I did one of my road workouts on it while visiting his house. I even took it to the family reunion one year for my transportation around the camp ground.
I still have this bike, in beautiful shape, from the late 1930's hanging in my basement.
RetroBlog 2006-02-08
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