On a sit-up (upright) bicycle our senses are alive to the world. Women, accustomed to feeling watched and judged, can now be the ones to survey.
I would like to say that I ride my bicycle for environmental or health reasons. But it wouldn’t be true. I am an unrepentant hedonist, a voluptuary and lover of leisure. The fact that cycling is also good for the planet, the city, the body and soul is a very happy coincidence. But before anything else I ride my bike because it thrills every sense in my body.
…Around the 1890s middle-class women around the western world cycled their way out of domestic incarceration dressed in bloomers, fitted coats and jaunty hats. They did so amidst a shrieking chorus of patriarchal outrage.
Firstly there was the problem of women having legs…