@JeremyCherfas My mother's father (a wounded veteran of the trenches in France in WW1) was a linotype operator in a newspaper in a small inland city in Victoria, Oz. Each working day he'd cycle from home to the main office & set up the paper there before riding 10 miles northeast to set up the smaller local edition there. Then a trip on the bike of another 35 miles to yet another satellite edition in another town that needed doing.
He'd sustained a leg wound in 1916 and had a slight permanent limp thereafter. He said sometimes he was just too tired & sore to manage the 25 mile ride back to the home town and would catch the train back.
// @hazardwarning