Cyclofemme

20120514-064530.jpgSo I did this radio announcer’s course recently and at that course they recommended that you talk to the radio as if you’re talking to just one person because that was the nicest and most intimate way to talk to a radio audience.

Sometimes, with a blog and whatnot you are actually only talking to an audience of one and that’s kind of reassuring. And so it was with the invitation to the Cyclofemme ride because, to be honest, with how tired I was feeling with the show, I was not sure I wanted to go on a ride on Sunday morning, since mainly I thought that I would feel like falling asleep which I did.

Luckily my ride companions, while small in number, were dedicated in spirit!

20120514-064557.jpgWe took ourselves along the river, avoiding the Mother’s Day fun run yet benefiting from the inspirational vision of a lot of other people doing exercise at the same time.

20120514-064837.jpgAnd then we talked, mainly because we were just going for a ride, this talk was of the weather, how nice is the sunshine and how nice was riding etc.

But there is one story that has stayed with me.

Ellen mentioned somewhere between Southbank and St Lucia that her mother had, in the early 70s, attempted to join the police motorbike corps. (I’m not sure if that’s exactly what it’s called but effectively her mum was in the police and also wanted to be in the police and riding a motorbike for the police.)

At the time the police rode 1200cc motorbikes which they told Ellen’s mother would be too hard for a woman to handle and so as a result she was not allowed to join the police motorbike people. She responded by turning up to work one day on a 1900cc bike and wondering if they that was too hard for her to handle too.

Well, circumstances (i.e. the birth of her first child) eventually prevented Ellen’s mother from finding out if the motorcycle corp would take her, but it’s an amazing/sobering thing to think that even in our own country and in only a few short decades so much has changed.

Maybe we didn’t need to organise a bike ride here, because in this day and age, it’s just your average bike ride, not something to think about. Or is it?

Thanks to the Cyclofemme crew* for encouraging us to ride – sometimes it’s nice to remember those who’ve come before and feel grateful for all that you have.

*I’ll be sure to be a social media good citizen and send you some links and pics and whatnot.

Don’t undertake a project

Unless it is manifestly important and nearly impossible – Edwin H Land.

Wanna come for a ride on Sunday?

 I don’t have a mother, or at least one I will have to see on Sunday (because she is interstate) so I’m going for a little bike ride on Sunday. If it wasn’t for the fact that I need to be somewhere in the mid-morning, I would go with the lovely folk for Lazy Sunday Cycle, but them is the breaks. Weather is meant to be lovely, but then again, it is Queensland.

This time around, I don’t believe you have to be a woman to ride this ride, you can come in recognition of the amazing women in your life, bring a daughter, a sister, or a partner or even just know a couple of women and I think it will be fine. Maybe you can wear your pink Rapha. 

See you there.

will you remind me, please

To go on a ride this Sunday?

Like at 8am, leaving from the Go Between Bridge, then just cruising along the Bicentennial Bikeway, up and around the Storey Bridge then back via Kangaroo Point? I might continue up and onwards into West End, or I might just find somewhere nice in South Bank. Who knows?

Won’t be formal, or fancy, or fast, but it will be taking all comers and just trying to recognise how lovely it is to be a woman on a bike for Cyclofemme. Honoring the chance to wear (the) pants, so to speak.

Lil’ wiki tidbit for you, just to pop in your pipe and think about.

During the 1920s and 1930s, the media gave very little attention to women who set endurance records. Instead the media chose to focus on male cyclists. During this period, Australian women were setting records. In 1937, Joyce Barry bicycled from Newcastle, New South Wales to Sydney, New South Wales, a distance of 160 kilometres (99 mi) in six and a half hours. Valda Unthank set several records in the same era, including a 1938 distance record for her ride from Adelaide, South Australia to Melbourne, Victoria.

I always just like to remember, we didn’t get here alone.

helmets are the new hair

So says Katherine Howell, crime sister.

I am hoping that this phrase will catch on. I hope and I hope and I hope. Such is the life of a helmet blogger.

Last Friday/Sunday, in an effort to be BYO Vulva, I sped down to the ABC studios in Southbank to chat with Phil Smith and Andrew Demack of the Sunday Spin. Talking all things ladies cross cycling cross mountain bike cross poetry cross cross.

Joining me, Phil and the D-ster, was also Kate Lansell, urban planner, dirty deeder, cyclocrosser, radio crosser and generally amazing woman, and Rowan Lamont from MTB Skills.

If you wanted to listen in for yourself, please click ye olde link here. It will make you realise that it is a great thing that no one played my bike poem; that Rowan is beautifully softly spoken; that Kate is a thoughtful and considered soull and that the D-ster spent too much on his mountain bike.

What it made me realise, however, is that I have been rather slack about putting my time where my mind is (hence under-loved blog) – it’s just called work, but sometimes, not investing time in the issues that I care about makes it quickly untenable to invest in even the basics of other things. I quickly fall to pieces.

So what this means in terms of this blog – is that stuck in the pipes is a sweet Q&A from the Claire In There, a bit of food for thought from Z to the V, and some painting the town red, blue and gold from the original Ideas Curator, Talia. I’ll commit to sending these pieces of goodness your way sometime in the coming week, which is a helluva commitment since this is the week of She Stole My Every Rock and Roll. Don’t forget that if you ride your bike to the show, or if you bring your very own first date – there’s a free zine in it for ya. This is for you, Brisbane Reader. I would like to meet you in person.

Oooh. I should mention, I rode my bike to and fro from Murrarrurrarrrarrie this week, which was truly heart warming. I’d almost forgotten how much I love riding. Hear that, I had almost forgotten, but then I had also remembered, if I don’t ride, then I can’t write. So let’s do a little more of both.

We don’t eat

OH MY GOODNESS – did you think I had abandoned you?

Did you know that I actually have three scheduled posts for indicator species ladies, that I have started riding my bike again, that I am IN LOVE WITH YOU and that I think that you should pump some serious tunes?

I have – sadly – been called away to my real job and that has taken a lot of time.

JUST YOU WAIT!