For an Inner City Bicycle Messenger, toe-clips could spell the difference between jumping off the bike before the bus hits it....or NOT. :-)
My Territory was Boston, Cambridge, and The North End, with $1.00 extra if i had to go to the DMV...just because of the aggravation. The Episcopal Archbishop registered a complaint against me because my hot pants were too SHORT. LOL
Sometimes i would see white outlines of people on the street, and it was a few years later i learned what that MEANT! LOL
Ahhhhh...those were the days!
The week before I graduated, I overlooked the bicycle lock while parking at the Union. Damn !
Somewhere in Iowa City, that metal flake brown Varsity still lives...