Mercifully minded, they have dismounted, to give the machine a rest.

They sit upon the grass beneath the shade of graceful boughs; it is long and dry grass.

A stream flows by their feet.
All is rest and peace.
That is ever the idea the cycle poster artist sets himself to convey--rest and peace.
But I am wrong in saying that no cyclist, according to the poster, ever works.

Now I come to reflect, I have seen posters representing gentlemen on cycles working very hard--over-working themselves, one might almost say.

They are thin and haggard with the toil, the perspiration stands upon their brow in beads; you feel that if there is another hill beyond the poster they must either get off or die.