What a handsome and dashing young man.

- remove the kickstand (too heavy).
- throw away the light and battery (so kids with rocks and the coppers can't see you at night).
- ditch the tire pump (weight again).
- blacken the whitewalls (sissy stuff).
- bend the handlebars outward and down (just because).
- get rid of the fenders (macho mud splatters on clothes).
- paint flames on the frame (coolness factor).
- tie raccoon tail to back rack (ditto).
- buy pilot's leather helmet and goggles (if you can't pedal fast at least you can look like you are).

is the young woman standing in the doorway. Lucky for us that the lens captured her beauty forever.

He looks like a future CEO.

That's a very electric headlamp. I'd guess that there's a no. 6 Ignitor dry cell in that can under the top tube.

your prize is standing in the doorway.

I picked one of those klaxon-style horns up decades ago at an antique store. It's heavy and requires that you put your weight on it when you blow it, but it will easily launch a sleeping cat or dog into low earth orbit. My only other bicycle noisemaker is a St. Christoper bike bell inscribed in Latin. Alas, St. Christoper has been relegated to civilian status. In the late 1950s I lusted for a chrome-plated bicycle siren that mounted on the front fork. You pulled a chain which moved the siren shaft to rub on the front tire creating a real siren wail. So realistic that the City of Detroit banned them. The second noisemaker of choice was baseball cards clothespinned to the bike tubing so the cards would flap against the spokes creating a motorbike sound, or so we thought.