eleanor j jackson
  • Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
    performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
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    means, she will tell you
    exactly what she thinks.
    Until then, you’ll have
    to read between
    the lines.

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will you remind me, please

  • May 7, 2012
  • by Eleanor Jackson
  • · brisbane

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.

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