By Sophie
My dear friend,
you ask me to make a wish for the new year, without any limit. Well, at midnight on New Year's Eve, drunk on champagne, I would like to run 100 years in a flash, fly into the future and find myself not in 1922... but in 2022!
Certainly in 2022 the futurist woman will have definitively subjugated the ancient male and will be free to go and intrigue as she pleases, without having to obey either her father or her husband.
Did you know that today I went for a run in Milan with my lover? Oh, don't jump around on the armchair, the cigar ash might fall on your flap! Didn't I already confess to you that I chose a pedal velocipede as a lover? It takes me everywhere lightly, much better than any fop, stronger, leaner, faster...
In Milan I had a consultation with the lawyer, he reiterated that the vice-prefect has every intention of reporting me for outrage against decency if I were to “parade astride the velocipede in indecent men's knickers” again. However, I managed to obtain that the men's uniform be allowed “for the competition of organized races, subject to the approval of the competent authority”.
On my daily runs, however, I will have to resign myself to the long skirt, and the danger of it getting tangled in the spokes of the wheel. I had to put the cords back between the wheel and the mudguard... What absurdity!
Do you understand now why I would like to live a hundred years from now?
In 2022 I imagine artfully paved roads reserved solely for the evolved humanity of cyclists who will have abandoned the horrible and smelly cars and the even more smelly motorcycles, having understood that the only futuristic machine is the human body tempered by daily exercise and the only truly modern horse is the one with a steel back, rubber hooves and rotating stirrups. A bike for a friend or a lover makes even marriage bearable.
Do you think I'm dreaming the impossible? We'll see, my dear.
You persist in snubbing my choice, you maintain that the bicycle is a means of transport for workers and laborers... Well, I would really like to live in the future, when every profession will be creative. Then we will see all these engineers, scientists, bankers and directors of any company that today are agitated in their offices like caged animals, darting free and fast like lightning on the streets, chasing new ideas, far from neuroses and conventions...
I promise you: there is no better way to clear your mind than a bike ride! Do you like the word bike? Or do you prefer to talk about kisses?
But more than anything I am excited by the idea of futuristic overalls and jackets, without frills, frills, buttons or belts, made of special fabrics, strong and light, impenetrable to rain and air, luminescent and self-heating! A protective cap, aviator goggles and no bad weather will be able to hinder the state of grace of the cyclo-futurist!
I imagine specialized tailors capable of producing hundreds of models of every shape and color in three months, each perfectly tailored, as if cut to measure...
And do you want to know what amazing device will be indispensable in producing such futuristic outfits? Guess what. In 2022 I will be able to have automatons for every need, perhaps even for carnal love. But cutting and sewing my racing jackets will be hands like mine, a woman's hands, a fairy's hands...
Women's hands! No mechanical invention will ever surpass the intelligence, the shrewdness and the innate grace of the female hand. Get this straight: the future is in the hands of women.
Wanna bet? Wanna toast with me? Happy New Year, my friend!
See you in the future!
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