I'll never forget being passed going up a long hill by a dude riding a single speed Rudge or Phillips or whatever, barefoot, pedal missing (foot on the spindle), cotter pins clanking, standing up and heaving on the bars. His smile of triumph was priceless. This was in 1986, Zimbabwe; I was riding a 3 speed at the time and thought I was pretty good - that dude rocked! He kept on going, it was the man, not the machine.