I’m so happy to see women of the 1890s on bikes, grinning like fools, and enjoying a much freer life than only a decade or two earlier. They wore comfy knickerbockers instead of skirts or gowns that weighed twenty pounds or more. And look! Ankles are visible and no one faints!
And then there’s the Cosmopolitan on women bicyclists: “The woman who dons her knickerbockers and her gaiters and spins out into the open country (…) will become mistress of herself, as of her wheel, no longer a victim to hysterics, no longer seeking for unhealthy excitement, a rational, useful being restored to health and sanity.” (whole article here).