Though I enjoy traveling, I am always thrilled to return home to the Cincinnati, Ohio, area where Lucy and I have lived since 1996 (she’s a third or fourth generation local; I’m the transplant). After 18 years here, I’m a huge fan of the city’s history, architecture and woodworking heritage.
While outsiders see the the city as a cultural backwater or (at best) the setting for the television comedy “WKRP in Cincinnati,” I see the place through a different lens. The food, building stock and (yes) the beer are utterly intoxicating for someone who loves those sorts of things.
And writers (Lucy is also a writer) can actually afford to live here. Amazing.
Recently I was invited to an interview with Lee Hay, who hosts a radio program called “Around Cincinnati.” We talked about Lost Art Press, woodworking and how it relates to my love affair with Cincinnati. It’s a short interview – 10 minutes.
Today, we got Jode Thompson’s final cover art for “Calvin Cobb: Radio Woodworker! A Novel with Measured Drawings” (thank you Jode – it looks awesome!).
But because I’m too much of a tease to share it with you – yet – I thought perhaps you’d like to look at other bad-ass women on motorcycles in the 19teens-’30s, thanks to Suzanne Ellison, who sent me the link.
Above is Sally Halterman, the first woman to have a motorcycle license in Washington, D.C. (Impressive and all…but she’s no Verdie – try riding a bike with a wooden leg, Sally! That said, nice boots.)
Below, the heels win. (It’s a 1933 shot of a woman trying out a Douglas on display.)
And here’s a woman who really could have been Verdie in 1917 – she’s a WWI dispatch rider (note the fellow in the sidecar hitching a ride). Verdie lost her leg riding a motorcycle during that war.
For a look at a wide range of women, motorcycles and women with dogs on motorcycles (plus a bonus priest and a bathing suit shot or two), click here.
And now I must get back to writing cover copy you simply can’t resist for “Calvin Cobb: Radio Woodworker!”
— Megan Fitzpatrick
p.s. Bonus shot from 1973…about which I’ll say nothing. Because they scare me, and could very well still be alive.
p.p.s. And here’s an interesting read about Britain’s women dispatch riders in WWII (again, thank you Suzanne).