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Bicycles at rest in front of the Huber Furniture Repair shop in New Richmond, Ohio
From the Cincinnati Enquirer, July 10 1898.
For the benefit of those who have never taken a ride up the River pike to New Richmond a description of the route may not be amiss. Leaving Eastern Avenue at the Columbia Hotel, start down Carrel tending from the schoolhouse down an incline into the village of California, over which the wheel flies without any effort on the rider’s part, offering a mute but powerful appeal for cycle path along the entire route. From California to Coney Island is less than a mile, a driveway at either end of Lake Como connecting the grounds with the pike. Here a good gravel road diverges up Three Mile Creek, leading to Mt. Washington. About a mile east of the island, crossing Four Mile Creek, the Sweet Wine house is reached, a good place to stop for rest and refreshment.
A mile further along is the hostelry kept by “Uncle Joe.” With whom scores of wheelmen are familiar. Along this portion of the route for quite a distance the Ohio rolls along in plain view. Crossing Seven Mile, Eight Mile, and Nine Mile Creeks in turn, and about a mile apart, one reaches the hamlet of New Palestine, where Ten Mile Creek is crossed. An intersecting road or pike follows each of these creeks for some distance, finally connection with the Ohio pike three of four miles from the river. A mile beyond New Palestine is Blairville, so called because of its being the site of Blair Bros brick manufacturing plant, one of the largest of its kind the in United States. From here to New Richmond, a distance of three miles, the pike follows the base of the river hills, along which small caverns may be observed here and there in the outcropping rock. Passing through a covered wooden bridge over Twelve Mile Creek New Richmond comes into view. A pleasant town of some 3,000 inhabitants, stretching along the river front for a mile, and extending back to the hills, with shady streets and hospitable citizens. Wheelmen are numerous within its borders. The town boasts two good hotels, a fine park and other attractions for the casual visitor. Here is also an artisan well whence flows the famous magnetic water, the merits of which are widely known. The distance from city limits to New Richmond is about 15 miles; there are no hills to climb, and the grades are easy; the scenery is picturesque; the river breezes are invigorating; shady nooks are plentiful, and taken in all, the route is perhaps one of the most inviting out of this city, and when the cinder path is completed it will be unsurpassed.
A race from New Richmond to Coney Island was held on July 16, 1898 to raise funds for a cinder bicycle path out of downtown Cincinnati. Prizes included a White bicycle, a diamond pin, a bicycle suit, among many other prizes. Twentieth place was awarded one dozen bottles of “catsup.”
Here’s and interesting item from Eh Bay: a One Mile Novice gold ribbon medal from 1896 for the Hanauer Race. This ribbon was won by George N. Kirn of Cincinnati. The race was held on August 18, 1896 at the Hamilton County Fairgrounds in Carthage. There were over 500 wheels counted at the race track for the different events, which included professional racers and women’s events. These races were the main attraction of the fair, with record attendance for the races that started at 2:00 in the afternoon and continued throughout the day. Otto Barth, an old Brighton club member was a referee.
From Referee and Cycle Trade Journal on July 27, 1894:
The runaway horse is scarcely more terrible
than the runaway bicycle, says the Cincinnati
Times-Star. A pretty boy was carefully pedaling
down Sycamore hill this morning behind a cable
car when, in attempting to get around the car, he
lost his balance, and, quick as lightning, the ma-
chine threw him to the ground, then sprang to its
tires and began terrorizing the neighborhood. It
ﬁrst dashed madly at the cable,car, but missed it,
and, getting in front, sprang down the steep grade
at the rate of four miles a minute, its pedals ﬂut-
tering like ﬂy-wings-simply a blur. When a
horse runs away it may be stopped with a bullet
or at least slowed up by people waving to it, but
you can’t wire a bicycle or subdue it with guns.
Ten seconds later‘ the machine was lying, a heap
of rubbish, against the canal bridge pier and a
runaway milk wagon, a crushed market basket,
titty drivers trying to quiet their terriﬁed horses
and at least a hundred people choking for breath,
were strewn along its wake.