Excellent picture! I love old photos like that. I have one of my Dad somewhere, about to set out on his bike from Leeds to Chesham.
I was chatting to my Mum t'other day, about her Land Army days in the war. Turns out she trained at Hambleden House, near Henley, and stayed there during the week, then cycled home to Chesham. Anyone who rides around there will know it ain't exactly fenland round there, and she rode a sit-up-and-beg-gas-pipe-singlespeeder type thing, basket on the front and box tied to the back.
"Wasn't that hard work?" I asked innocently.
"Only when the doodle-bugs were landing in Wycombe as I rode up Wycombe Hill..." she replied.
And I thought I was rufty tufty...