Memories of cycling, ‘devilish’ machines and spooking horses

Some years ago I was involved with some local bicyclists who were on the serious side of compulsive addiction to the sport. We'd go out in Llano and Burnet counties and ride county and state roads for 50 or 60 miles. This was 12 to 15 years ago, when traffic was much lighter than today. Sanity and thoughts of self preservation have since overtaken me, and I hung my bike from the rafters in my garage, where it still hangs today.

One of our group of cyclists is Don Bynum from Buchanan Dam. An- other is Gil Jones from Marble Falls. Both Don and Gil rode a non-traditional type of cycle known as a recumbent.

This a three-wheeled affair which I'd liken to a barca-lounger mounted on a stretched out, low-to-the ground frame.