Ever since I was twelve and owned my first bicycle (a girly blue thing with flowers on it), I have known that life on two wheels = freedom. Even as my taste in bicycles has morphed over the years, I still feel, when I take my street bike out (an early 1990s steel Univega), that pedaling can take you farther than a feet can, and that there is no substitute for wind whooshing through one’s hair.

I have long been cognizant of how the bicycle sped along the epic, 76-year-long journey for women to get the right to vote.

And one woman, a Polish mother of three in Massachusetts, took to the streets of the world with her bicycle. Not for any political reason, mind you, but just to see if she could do it.

And she could. And she did. And eventually, they did too.

Read Annie Londonderry’s story here.