 A film about another American fad of the 30s, but far removed from the marathon dancers of "They Shoot Horses, Don t They?" Small-town bumpkin Winfred Simpson (Joe E. Brown) is annoyed by the attention paid to his girl, Phyllis Jenkins (Maxine Doyle), by a hotshot trick cyclist, Harry St. Clair (Gordon Westcott), breezing through and impressing the locals on a personal appearance tour at the town theatre. When Phyliss turns Winfred down, he hits the road to become a success at the big 6-Day bike race. He meets Clinton Hemmings (Frank McHugh) and they become partners as it is a two-man event, and get practice time for the race by getting jobs as bicycle messengers. Winfred, delivering a message to St. Clair at his hotel, mistakes a voice he hears in St. Clair s room as Phyllis, gets into a fight with him and hauled off to the pokey. The race starts without him, with Clinton riding alone. Finally getting released from jail, Winfred races on a "borrowed" bike to the "Velodrome" (no, I don t know why the arena was called a Velodrome) and enters the race just in time. An ether-saturated cloth, caught in his rear-wheel spokes, aids him more than a little as the other riders are overcome from the fumes when they try to pass him.