Lessons started today at Corvinus, too (although it is nighttime now, so actually they started yesterday), and I cycled to the university. It’s been a while since I rode in the Monday morning traffic, and also, I haven’t felt for long that my day has a structure, so today felt good. But this post was inspired by the miniskirt I wore today – it reminded me of many earlier experiences and some other things, but keep reading and you’ll see.
Cycling in a miniskirt is not a problem (okay, if it’s windy you might need some tips and tricks, but today the weather was gorgeous), and neither is in tights. Tights are especially good as they don’t get tangled with any part of the bike. Despite all this, I felt uncomfortable today: people were staring, some of them leaned out of the car after they passed me, or even commented. In fact I could react positively to this, but what I read into it is the following: “what the **** is this chick doing, cycling in such clothes?!” I always think that if I lived in Amsterdam or Copenhagen, this would never ever happen.
There would be no guy leaning out from his taxi on Üllői street asking if I have any underwear on (and not just because there’s no Üllői street in Amsterdam), and no guys would slap my ass when I pass them on my bike.
And this is because in Amsterdam and in Copenhagen they know that cycling in stylish clothes is just natural, because both dressing in stylish clothes and cylcing are natural. Some people know that in Hungary too, but there’s still a long way to go.
Let’s see where I’d like that long way to go. I’m going to use girly examples just because I’m looking at this from a girl’s point of view, but of course guys can be just as chic.
In this picture you can see a really nice city bike with a skirt guard and a chain guard, to prevent tangling. So a nice long dress like this doesn’t cause problems to the wearer. The fenders are long which is great when there’s rain or slush.
The next picture is slightly blurry, but you can still see what’s important: white skirt, high heels and net tights. Of course there’s a chain guard and a bag on the rear rack, which is great because a backpack can cause sweating (but bags with shoulder straps like this work, too).
I’m soo looking forward to the time when everybody in Budapest will cycle in skirts, suits or anything else they like, with wide smiles on their faces like Audrey.
When you won’t have to say “hello” twice in order to get my attention if you’d like to get directions from me, because I won’t think you’re molesting me at the first hello either.
On a final note, I’d like to say that I’m very happy because recently one person has started cycling because of my influence. I dedicate this post to her (too).