If you’re in the throes of getting mentally prepared for another soul- and drivetrain destroying foray into the perpetually-sodden recreation spaces of Upper Hutt this weekend, or a cold and frosty reception in the south or maybe even a warm, dry and dusty hitout in Aussie, you might want to channel the Spirit of Fortitude that these hardasses from the 1950s seem to be possessed by, willing them to throw bikes––and themselves–– into creeks for no apparent reason other than blind faith and pure demonic pleasure.