Annie Londonderry…A Flash From The Way Past

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This year over the holidays, I received a gift from the past, the way past.  In 1895, the first woman cycled around the world, her name was Annie Londonderry.  Annie’s  great-grandnephew contacted me to wish me well on my adventures and to let me know that Annie would be proud of me.  Due to the fact that I am humbled beyond words literally, I asked Peter Zheutlin, Annie’s great-grandnephew to share some stories about Annie.  Here is what he had to say…

It was, declared one New York newspaper, “the most extraordinary journey ever undertaken by a woman.” It could have been a story about Loretta Henderson’s intrepid two-wheeled ride around the world in 2010. But the newspaper was The New York Sunday World, and the article was published in October, 1895, more than a century before Loretta Henderson’s remarkable journey.

The woman extolled by the The Sunday World became known around the globe as Annie Londonderry, a name she borrowed from the first corporate sponsor of her bicycle ride around the world, the Londonderry Lithia Spring Water Company of Nashua, N.H.

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She was reportedly set in motion by a novel, high-stakes wager that required Miss Londonderry not only to circle the earth by bicycle in 15 months, but to earn $5,000 en route, as well. This was no mere test of a woman’s physical endurance and mental fortitude; it was a test of a woman’s ability to fend for herself in the world.

Traveling with only a change of clothes and a pearl-handled revolver, Miss Londonderry earned her way, in part, by turning her bicycle and her body into a mobile billboard, carrying advertising banners and ribbons through the streets of cities around the world. Thus adorned, and riding a men’s bicycle and a man’s riding suit, Annie turned every Victorian expectation of female propriety on its ear.

At first blush, it would be hard to imagine a more unlikely candidate for a ‘round the world bicycle trip than Annie Londonderry. Annie Londonderry was, in fact, Annie Cohen Kopchovsky, a Jewish, working mother who pedaled out of Boston leaving her husband and three small children behind. Physically unprepossessing — about 5 feet 3 inches tall and a little over 100 pounds –  she had never ridden a bicycle in her life.

But Annie proved to be remarkably well equipped for the journey. She was resourceful, cunning, and willful, a master of public relations, a consummate self-promoter, and a skillful creator of her own myth. Indeed, as Annie Cohen Kopchovsky reinvented herself as a new woman – the daring globetrotter and adventurer, Mlle. Londonderry – she turned herself from a working class mother from the tenements of Boston into one of the most celebrated women of the gay ‘90s.

Annie’s fame grew, in part, because her journey took place at the intersection of two of the most powerful social phenomena of the 1890s: the women’s movement for social equality and the bicycle craze. Annie’s genius was to seize on these two social forces in her pursuit of fame and fortune. As Susan B. Anthony said in 1896, the year after Annie’s journey was complete, “bicycling has done more to emancipate women than anything else in the world.”

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Solo Female Bicycle Touring, Is It Safe To Be Pack’in Estrogen?

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Well, hello sir, thank you so much, but no thanks, I am OK, I belt out with a tummy jiggling chuckle, a helpful testosterone filled crowd has gathered around me as I repair a puncture in a traffic pull off area deep within the tropical Malaysian rain forest. There are so many oil stained calloused hands trying to hold the bicycle tube or check that my air pump is fastened securely that I can hardly lift a hand in my own assistance. As I crouch over Pandemic the loaded horizontal magic bicycle amongst the, we just love a good hardware store crowd. My stomach has cramped from laughter, for this is country number 14 in which my estrogen has created yet another helpful bunch of skillful men, all in possession of a PHD in fixing stuff.

The sound of my own laughter, as I press the patch firmly onto the tube, is only muffled by my memories of the familiarity of the extravagant display of helpful pointing, and genuine altruistic heartfelt interest of assisting anyone in perceived need. As I round the world solo by bicycle the cultural similarities of men from around the world is endlessly entertaining.
It’s the estrogen you see, a masterful diva of rendering devotion, distraction, and on-call 24hr road side assistance on a bicycle tour of foreign lands. The estrogen extravaganza, a festival of aid in which the men of the world bolt forward unsolicited with thoughtful assistance and not usually required helpful action. Past worldly events consist of carrying the bicycle up the stairs of hotels, patiently gathering around in celebratory anticipation of assistance when I repair a puncture, offering me clothes right off their backs and on many occasions, taking me into the safety of their home for tea and a rest with the family.
The scholarly men in attendance of the international estrogen extravaganza can smell the wafting scent of a female from across the deserted Gobi desert of Mongolia, through the mountain passes of the Himalayas and in the deep mud of the landslides of northern Loa. The olfactory explosive effect of my fresh from pedaling sweat drenched estrogen can draw a crowd of genuine harmless assistance just about anywhere. Need directions to a safe spot for the tent? The estrogen is on it in a flash. Want some extra hands to carry a loaded bicycle up some stairs? No worries, estrogen’s fearless cloaked cape flies into relentless hot pursuit and without even asking the bicycle floats effortlessly up the stairs. My beautiful ballsy estrogen, the most useful of safety plans and survival tools, that I pack daily in my panniers/bicycle bag as I cycle around the world. A tool that so quickly melts all language barriers that at times I wonder why there is such an exaggerated stereotype of women travelling solo as unsafe especially if they are travelling independently by bicycle.

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When I began my round the world by bicycle adventure a year and a half ago I would turn down most heartfelt offers of aid. I was determined to be self sufficient and my natural, no thanks, I got it attitude, which got me off the couch into this world solo female adventure to start with, would not accept any genuine offers of assistance. However, as the journey continues it has become clearer then an optometrist with new glasses that the men of the world love estrogen and genuinely want to help. So now a days I just say, thank you, and pat my estrogen on the back for bicycle touring internationally as a solo female may be cloaked with attention but the attention is so drunk on estrogen that all I can do is push that pedal into the next country and say cheers to the men of the world.

(I’ve written many guest posts and articles, the above article was for alastairhumphreys.com)