When this blogging business all began I used to think they were called Grace Cross, (here’s an early post to prove it) and I still think that’s a better name.
I like to think of Grace Cross as a pioneering cycling type, forging ahead in a male dominated field, championing the small-wheeled step-through in an age of drop-handled racers, standing up in the pedals for plain-clothed cyclists who just wanted to pop round the shop or dawdle through the park (cue heroic yet sentimental orchestral music), Grace would’ve shunned lycra and high-vis (music swells), she would’ve pedaled on the footpath and beamed at passing pedestrians as she gently swerved around them, and they would’ve beamed back, their lives a little brighter for having crossed her path (music peaks). Grace is the original bicycle chic heroine and we salute her! She reclaimed cycling for:
And she designed a jolly sweet ride to boot.
We ladies and women of the two small wheels thank you Grace, where ever you are, for your passion and your vision.