Occupy The Tarmac In Sonoma
Last night I gave a brief presentation ( Why Women Love Bikes) at the Sonoma Museum in Santa Rosa.
It’s one of my favorite topics, and it is so huge it allows me to vent about the patriarchal, sexist bike industry . I show that, despite the trivialization, sexual objectification (sadly by the women athletes themselves as well as the neanderthals in the marketing department), and despite universal silence concerning the many body types, riding goals, and ages of women cyclers, we still keep riding and sharing what truths we know.
Namely that offroad riding is safe, easy and fun. And that, despite the frightening realities of auto-rider mayhem, it’s still statistically healthier to ride than not to. Oh, and that we women really look out for one another. We are not catty, at least I never see that.
What I do see is: every bicycle event is a boys/mens event, unless it is specifically geared for women (like tonight’s clothes party at 3 Ring Cycles, or the amazing Wild Goose Chase produced by the inimitable Georgena Terry, patron saint of women cyclers worldwide). Yes, it appears to be a men’s world. But this is because of the media silence, the marketing lameness, and the myriad tiny factors (like: thou shalt not make waves) the keep our Ilk out of the manstream.
Well, it looked like my
victims audince was having as much fun as I was, roaming all over the Victorian, Golden Age, Suffragist-Biker terrain I could cover in 46 minutes.
My friends Paula Smith (outsitting in her field, above. Namely: landscape oil painting), her hub Keith, and ‘bicycle world heritage human” Art Read cruised south from their place in Santa Rosa at noon today, covering 40 miles in about 3 hours (they are still dealing with a scary headwind, while I happy type this up)…