November 19th, 2010

Girls on my mind

Since seeing a young lassie bumping along the footpath on an old ladies bike yesterday—no helmet, basket, looking so smug—I have thought about nothing other than ladies... or at least ladies bikes. Here is what the suffragette writer Susan B Anthony famously said in 1896:
I'll tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than any one thing in the world. I rejoice every time I see a woman ride by on a bike. It gives her a feeling of self-reliance and independence the moment she takes her seat; and away she goes, the picture of untrammelled womanhood." (Source)

                 A friend of mine.                              I wish they were friends of mine!            Ah, that dear wife of mine :)

Ah, ladies! At once just like people, yet so thoroughly alien. They appear to me, much as I must appear to a driver, I suppose, and in that sense I feel an affinity with these misunderstood, delicate creatures. Come to think of it, I actually live with a lady, my adorable Primrose, who bore me two sons and who chatters beside me while I'm blogging each evening. I have no idea where I'm going with this, except to say: 1. I see twenty ladies each Saturday racing, where 20 years ago there would be just one; 2. blogs like Dotty's are breeding; 3. surprise surprise, bicycles appear in the oldest pornography (google "pedal porn classic" if curious); 4. bicycle boutiques targeting women are not losing sales to online stores the way bikes shops for men are, and finally;
5. women are the pedaling force behind the cultural ascension of cycling.

So long as we remember man invented the dérailleur [1.], we should credit woman with the invention of bicycle transit.

1. For all I know, a woman invented the dérailleur as well.

2. And here's a story by someone who has actually thought about girls riding bikes.

Fire side chat

I know, dear rusted on reader, you have been neglected. I owe you some one-on-one time, Roberto. Please though, I must assure you, blogging continues, even if the posts have been more sporadic. To your attention I bring my scholarly essay in draft form, below, that has been steadily growing. Furthermore I am dealing with genuine speaking engagements, both nationally and overseas. These take my time, away from your good self, not to mention Primrose, Za Bear and little Quinby. 
Dr. Behooving acknowledges his long standing readers

I am pleased to report hits to the blog continue at a rate of one to two hundred per day. What precisely these people read, I'm really not sure. I suspect my Velorbis reviews are the main culprits. Why does this blog receive so few comments, sometimes I wonder, then remember how well I nail every subject. Not even even Socrates would have something to add!

The quest that triggered this blog, to procure 8 prestige bikes for the price of one Jerry built car, remains alive in my heart still, although I admit progress has not been as fast as my green eyes would have it. CB King plans to build me a lugged steel 29er dually, before Christmas, if his schedule allows. I have no immediate plans to buy a box bike or tandem, and have developed an itch for a Bike-Friday or Brompton—spurred largely by all the travel that will beset me next year.

With thanks to all loyal readers of Behooving Moving. May your discernment be rewarded with wisdom.