In the middle of the journey of my life, I am--as always--a woman on a bike. Although I do not know where this road will lead, the way is not lost, for I have arrived here. And I am on my bicycle, again.
I'm not much of a game-player. I think I've played computer games maybe twice in my life. The only games about which I ever became passionate were chess and Scrabble. I haven't played either in years. Still, I was fascinated to learn of the existence of bicycle games. Someone sent me this link to She Games, which has a bunch you can play for free. One of the cuter ones is the Panzo Bike Race.
It reminded me of one of my youthful mishaps (though I was, arguably, not quite youthful when it happened): the one and only BMX backflip I ever performed. What made it a mishap was that it was completely unintentional. I was riding the trails (and off the trails--ssh! Don't tell anybody!) of Forest Park when I came to a mound from which pubescent boys launched themselves into flips and spills. I rode up--the wrong way, on the steeper side-- with the momentum I'd built up from a descent. The next thing I knew, my bike turned into the Cyclone without the tracks. My bike looped through the air so quickly that I didn't have time to find out how it felt, or to be scared--even when I returned to earth. I landed on my head, and my bike did a backflip on the ground. I felt that blank numbness you feel when you're in shock and everything seems to stop. But, oddly, I felt no pain--and wouldn't feel any--even though I fell so hard that my helmet broke in half! Somehow I don't envision anything like that resulting from playing a bike game.
"Let me tell you what I think of bicycling. I think it has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world. It gives women a feeling of freedom and self-reliance." Those words were uttered by none other than Susan B. Anthony. What she said was not at all hyperbolic: bicycling almost single-handedly brought women's clothing from the 19th to the 20th Centuries.
In this illustration from an 1895 issue of Punch magazine, the young woman on the left is wearing the then-new "bicycle suit." The woman on the right, in contrast, is wearing the ankle-length skirt and bodice that were more typical of women's attire until that time. I wonder whether the woman in the "bicycle suit" is wearing some sort of girdle or other torture device to cinch her waist. Looking at the woman on the right, and knowing about the fashions of the time, I would guess that she had a corset underneath her outfit. By the end of the decade, that undergarment would become as outmoded as seamed stockings would later become. As women were released from the bondage of whalebone, their skirts got shorter and, sometimes, morped into the then-shocking "bloomers", which resembled, more than anything, old-style Turkish trousers. Even Susan B. Anthony herself probably didn't realize how true her comment was. Even during the "dark ages" of cycling in the US, women wore clothing that allowed much greater freedom of movement than what their grandmothers donned. So, by the time the "bike boom" of the 1970's came along, it was that much easier for us to ride--and to work 18-hour days.
In my youth--and well beyond--I cycled in shorts in all but the coldest of weather. I can even recall riding in January with nothing covering my calves or knees. It seems--in memory, at least--that those winters were actually colder than the ones I've experienced in recent years.
Over the past few years, I haven't cycled in shorts past November. That, in spite of the fact that the past few falls and winters have been milder than usual. (Last winter was one only in name.) In addition, I find myself wearing long sleeves or an additional layer when I wouldn't have needed them in years past. I'll admit that since Sandy, I haven't done nearly as much cycling as I did before. (Sandy was part of the reason; the rest has to do with other things I've been doing.) So, perhaps, my circulation isn't what it was early in the fall. On the other hand, others have suggested that it may have to do with being north of 50, or my hormonal changes. Remember, back in the day I was full of testosterone (among other things!); now I have no more than a typical woman has and, of course, I have continued to take the estrogen I was taking before my surgery.
Long before I started my transition, I noticed that women felt cold more often than men, and men were more likely to feel heat. And, after taking estrogen (and a testosterone blocker) for some time, I started to notice that I felt cold more often than I did before starting my treatments. So, I have to wonder whether my changes, aging or something else is affecting my sensitivity to the cold. Maybe I'll end up as a subject of someone's research. Could that be my contribution to posterity? :-[
Like Bowery Boys and Nikon Sniper(another favorite), OPD is not normally bike-related. However, today's photo featured two Boy Scouts giving rides to girls. The question is: To whom do those bikes belong?
As you've probably noticed, those bikes have girls'/female frames. Now, we've all seen guys on girls' bikes: Come on, admit it, all of you guys have ridden your wife's, girlfriend's, sister's or mother's--or some other woman's--bike. Maybe you didn't know whose bike it was. That's OK. ;-) Or, maybe you even owned the bike. That's OK, too. At one point of my life, I was commuting on women's bikes because they were completely out of fashion, so they weren't being stolen as much as men's bikes were.
But how likely is it that both of those Boy Scouts owned girls' bikes? Were they riding men's bikes, I would have guessed that those boys were following the Scout pledge: Do A Good Deed Daily. However, if those bikes belonged to the girls, I would have to wonder whether they "picked up" those Boy Scouts. From what I understand, that would have gone against the gender norms of 1937, when that photo was taken. And it looks like the Scouts' troop is standing in the background, off to the left in the photo. Could it be that those girls went up to that troop and picked the two boys they thought were the cutest? Now that would be a real breach of gender norms of that time! Or do you think there's some other story behind the photo?
OK, boys and girls, I'm going to give you one more kind-of-sad (or, at least, melancholy) posting. Then I'll try to stick to happy topics, as this is the holiday season. Anyway, six weeks after Hurricane Sandy, it seems that I see more and more of its aftermath everywhere I turn--especially when I get on a bike. Here is what used to be nicknamed "Barretto Beach":
This postage stamp-sized piece of Barretto Point Park has sunbathers and picknickers on it when the weather is warm, and people fishing from it at other times. It's usually full of sand and is clear of rocks and other debris, if not litter. And, before the storm, this plot was about twice the size it is now. It is closed off. So is the pier at the other end of the park, and the barge that houses a swimming pool. As much devastation as I saw, I was surprised, frankly, not to see more. Here is another part of the park that was eroded:
I guess the '60's Schwinn Collegiate didn't want me to look at it for too long. You never know what kind of effect such things can have on a young sensibility like mine, you know. At least Randall's Island, through which I ride to get to Barretto, didn't seem quite as badly damaged--or, at least, more of it has been fixed up. Here is a shot of one of the island's native plant gardens:
I found the color change on this tree particularly interesting:
Usually, I assume that trees with needles rather than leaves are evergreens. Apparently, this is some sort of deciduous tree with needles. Whatever it is, I love the effect of its color change. Well...I guess this wasn't such a depressing post after all!
