What matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition. Cultivate inner beauty, the gentle, gracious kind that God delights in.
1 Peter 3:4-ish
Here’s an amusing list, circa 1895, of things women bicyclists shouldn’t do. I have definitely broken any number of their rules:
- Don’t wear tight garters. -I guess Spandex probably breaks this rule…
- Don’t attempt a “century.” -Too manly? Well, far too late for that.
- Don’t boast of your long rides. -Isn’t that why we DO long rides?
- Don’t race. Leave that to the scorchers. -Well, I haven’t raced yet, but not for lack of wanting to.
- Don’t go to church in your bicycle costume. -I absolutely have done this, any number of times.
- Don’t use bicycle slang. Leave that to the boys. -Oops.
- Don’t overdo things. Let cycling be a recreation, not a labor. -And here I thought if you aren’t sweaty and tired at the end, it wasn’t fun.
On the bright side, at least I haven’t transgressed some of their guidelines, such as:
- Don’t wear laced boots. They are tiresome.
- Don’t wear a garden party hat with bloomers.
- Don’t wear white kid gloves. Silk is the thing.
- Don’t scream if you meet a cow. If she sees you first, she will run.
- Don’t discuss bloomers with every man you know.
Of course, it seems that the farther I get into pregnancy, the more I’ll be adhering to these rules, which mostly boil down to “be sedate and ladylike on a bicycle.”