Tripleshot Cycling

Don’t wear a man’s cap.
Don’t wear tight garters.
Don’t attempt a “century.”
Don’t coast. It is dangerous.
Don’t wear loud hued leggings.
Don’t cultivate a “bicycle face.”
Don’t race. Leave that to the scorchers.
Don’t go to church in your bicycle costume.
Don’t wear a garden party hat with bloomers.
Don’t contest the right of way with cable cars.
Don’t chew gum. Exercise your jaws in private.
Don’t wear white kid gloves. Silk is the thing.
Don’t ask, “What do you think of my bloomers?
Don’t use bicycle slang. Leave that to the boys.
Don’t go out after dark without a male escort.
Don’t without a needle, thread and thimble.
Don’t let your golden hair be hanging down your back.
Don’t scratch a match on the seat of your bloomers.
Don’t discuss bloomers with every man you know.
Don’t appear in public until you have learned to ride well.
Don’t try to ride in your brother’s clothes “to see how it feels.”
Don’t emulate your brother’s attitude if he rides parallel with the ground.
Don’t undertake a long ride if you are not confident of performing it easily.
Don’t appear to be up on “records” and “record smashing.” That is sporty.

Don’t faint on the road.
Don’t forget your toolbag.
Don’t boast of your long rides.
Don’t criticize people’s “legs.”
Don’t refuse assistance up a hill.
Don’t wear clothes that don’t fit.
Don’t neglect a “light’s out” cry.
Don’t wear jewelry while on a tour.
Don’t wear laced boots. They are tiresome.
Don’t imagine everybody is looking at you.
Don’t try to have every article of your attire “match.”
Don’t allow dear little Fido to accompany you.
Don’t scream if you meet a cow. If she sees you first, she will run.
Don’t ignore the laws of the road because you are a woman.

Don’t overdo things. Let cycling be a recreation, not a labor.

Don’t cultivate everything that is up to date because you ride a wheel.

Rolf wrote:
...but the winner is this little truism:

Don’t cultivate everything that is up to date because you ride a wheel.