Belva Ann Lockwood, the presidential candidate of the Equal Rights Party in 1884 and 1888, used an adult-sized tricycle to travel about the nation's capital and proclaimed after she was photographed riding: "There is a principle behind that picture. A tricycle means independence for women, and it also means health."
I'd have voted for her.
I've mentioned this before, but one half of our fleet here at the homestead is a 1950s adult-sized tricycle that we use to transport people, groceries, dogs, firewood, and anything else that needs moving.
A tricycle does mean independence. For women and for men.
I was initially reluctant to abandon my car because I didn't know how to carry stuff on a bike. I could only stuff a backpack with so much.
Once I procured a rear rack and some panniers, this problem vanished. There's now nothing I need to have with my during my commute—or on longer pleasure cruises—that I can't carry on my bike.
For bigger trips, I have an old Cannondale trailer to hitch to my bike.
And I have a trike with an extra large basket in the back.
I don't need a car to carry large loads around. I have two high capacity human-powered vehicles that suit my needs perfectly well.
And that means liberation.
And it also means health.