The only way to finish a struggle with the least possible paperwork, or perhaps without any, is to collect an army of cyclists, against the power of which, the enemy shall have no chance. By not doing this, we prolong the struggle, and double both the calamities and expenses of it. What a rich and happy district would MABRA be, were she, by a vigorous exertion, to reduce commercialism as she has reduced dilettantism. Her currency would rise to millions beyond its present value. Every cyclist would be rich, and every cyclist would have in his or her power to be happy. And why not do these things? What is there to hinder? MABRA is her own mistress and can do what she pleases.

 

If we had not at this time a cyclist in the field, we could, nevertheless, raise a peloton in a few weeks sufficient to overwhelm all the force which commercial power at present commands. Vigor and determination will do any thing and every thing. We began the struggle with this kind of spirit, why not end it with the same? Here, fellow cyclists, is the enemy. Here is the army. The interest, the happiness, of all MABRA is centered in this half ruined spot. Come on and help us. Here are the laurels, come and share them. Here are monitary intrests, come and help us to expel them. Here are cyclists that will make you welcome, and forces that dread your coming.

 

The worst of all policy is that of doing things by halves.  Penny-wise and pound foolish has been the ruin of thousands. The present spring, if rightly improved, will free us from all our troubles, and save us the expense of millions. We have now only one foe to cope with. No opportunity can be fairer; no prospect more promising.