Sheila asked:
Hi Koos. What make were our bikes? Something with an R. Ruttludge? Rudling?
I answered, ‘Rudge’. The same Rudge ridden by the English King.
‘Strue!
Sheila’s and Barbara’s were red, mine was blue. Given to us by Mom and Dad around 1960 to 1965, I’d guess. We were certainly in the Kleinspan School and Barbara would have started there in 1958 or 1959, Sheila in 1961 or 1962 and me in-between those dates. They made the level, less-than-one-mile trip to school and back a breeze. We’d park them under cover at school in special bike afdaks with a slot in the concrete floor for the front wheel to go in and metal hoops to hold them upright.
Ours were WAY more basic than the one above though. That one was probly the Koning Jors model, not the colonial one for the great unwashed. We had only a backpedal brake, no gears, no cables, no light, no pomp. Nor any ceremony. They did have that little L-shaped attachment in front of the handle-bar where we could attach a battery-powered square silver torchlight. But seldom did.
The company Rudge-Whitworth Ltd. of Coventry, England was one of the prominent pushbike makers of the classic British era … Eventually bought by Raleigh in 1943, the Rudge name takes a rightfully prominent spot in England’s cycling history.
Dan Rudge built the first Rudge high bicycles in 1870. But we weren’t ready for them then. In 1894 Rudge merged with the Whitworth Cycle Co. to form Rudge-Whitworth. They made an excellent reputation for themselves over the next twenty years for producing a full range of beautifully made machines with many clever and unique features.
Rudges were ridden by King George V and family. See? There it is! Royal bums sat on seats just like ours! In 1947 those royal bums repeated the trick in Harrismith to bring their bums full cycle, in a manner of speaking. ‘Strue! Check it out here: https://vrystaatconfessions.com/2014/01/22/hijack-orange-express/
The Rudge name was finally killed sometime in the early 1960s in Britain, but may well have been used in export markets later. To the colonies, where bums sat, but the sun never did.
Later on, in high school, I got a bigger black ‘dikwiel’ bike – a ‘balloon tyre bike’ – tougher, more adventurous! Somewhat like these:
I asked Pierre: Can you remember what we called our dikwiel bikes? Each one had a nickname. His immediate reply:
Bolts, Schlump and Arrii. I had only remembered Arrii, named after a desert camel joke.
Pierre continued:
Like yesterday.
Also recall the (world’s) first mountain bike race now known as MBR’s down Queens Hill and Tuffy crashing into and whipping out the barbed wire fence.
Regards – Pierre
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