I ride two bicycles, one for commuting and one for happiness (going fast). Sometimes when I’m on my bike I get sad. I know, I said I have a bike for happiness, and trust me it makes me unbelievably happy.
But when I’m out riding the trails and going fast, I rarely see women on bikes. On a typical day I’ll pass dozens of men with fancy bikes and riding gear “going fast” (let’s face it, I leave all of them in my dust). But I rarely see women out riding. In fact, I often get looks of confusion or maybe pride from men out riding. One time, when I passed a group of male riders, one said “oh hell no, we can’t let a girl beat us.” It’s so rare to see women on the trail that it seems foreign, even in Massachusetts.
Cycling requires some high up front costs and yes, it can be dangerous. I’ve gotten hit 3 times and have the scars and bruises to prove it. But I also have tripped running a dozen times and have the scars to prove that as well. My knees are basically scar tissue.
When I go to spin classes they are usually 60-80% female. So I know women know and enjoy riding.
There is something magical about the wind in your hair and the sun shining down on your face. Boston has some beautiful trails and it takes about 5 minutes to get from the bustling city to nature.
I’m really only writing this to remind myself how much I love cycling and how much of a badass it makes me feel like for the next time I’m lying on my bed too lazy to hit the trails.