Tom & Dick?
In Canada, every vehicle displays metric and imperial speeds, for the last few decades.
The fellow in our bike club that always won the time trials, told me, “Ride the outbound leg like the turnaround is the end, and ride the last half on heart!”
The Disney version had shoulders like Serena Williams.
I used the term bike bell for brevity. I actually prefer a loud, “Ring-a-ding-ding!” or, if they are in sight, “I’m on your left … coming by!” as this keeps both hands near the brakes.
And that old person may also be deaf. On a multi-use pathway that winds through a forest near home, I have learned that my bike bell warning may fall upon deaf ears. I always assume that every blind corner hides a deaf granny with a stroller and two dogs.
My body is lazy, and it lies to me. Whenever I stop for a short rest, it doesn’t want to start again. The 1st couple hundred yards is an argument between mind “Let’s go!” and body “Let’s not!”; but if I get it over that hump, this old body will go for a mile.
The Queen of Hearts preferred flamingos.
So, my 1970 Pontiac would have been happy with any gasoline?
When they took lead out of gasoline, older vehicles needed gas with a special additive to prevent damage to the exhaust valves. Only Shell had that additive.