Quotes About Biking

Biking takes so much time. You need three hours to get in a good ride. In one hour, you can get in a good run.

I want a hands-off rule on all my stuff. Including my bike." "Okay…" "And I want everyone to stop calling me Megan C Cups behind my back." Doug's jaw went slack as he flushed. "How did you know about that?" Megan raised her eyebrows. "All right, fine. Is that all?" Doug said.

Biking is about rhythm and flow. It's the wind in you face and the challenge of hammering up along hill. It's the reward at the top and the thrill of a high-speed descent. Biking lets you come alive in both body and spirit. After awhile the bike disappears beneath you and you feel as if you're suspended in midair.

Even in New York, there are a lot of very attractive girls pedaling around. That just happens to be one of the nice sights in our city, seeing a young woman on a bike.

I ride five days out of the week. In fact, I take my bike as much as I can, especially with L.A. traffic. You want to get in and out, all the time.

A lot of fun stuff happens when you go out on a bike compared to when you're in a car. You're more in the environment. It's enjoyable. Even when It's raining It's still fun.

I really enjoy not getting in a car and running errands on bikes.

I feel like in New York, we could of course open up more bike lanes, but I think it's even more important to create access for people to run, because I think it's more open to people of all socio-economic backgrounds. I think it's even more of an equalizer, in terms of sports.

As a child, I could bike down the hill from my house and grab an ice-cold bottle of soda from the neighborhood grocer, which was nothing more than a corrugated metal shack run by two Indian men clad in sarongs.

Then Brian stopped so quickly that she had to grab her hand brakes to keep from plowing into him. Hey, you want me to bump my head against a tree, too? she asked.

I like to move around a lot - I'm a big runner, and I often get on a bike and ride from meeting to meeting.

I find biking challenges so many aspects of health that are important for longevity, acuity, and mental health.

I have a specialized racing bike, which is great because it has a solid build, is comfortable to ride, and is lightweight.

I had to ride my bike to and from their god damn plant way up north in the high-chemical crime district, and reachable only by riding on the shoulder of some major freeways. I could feel the years ticking off my life expectancy as the mile markers struggled by.

Facebook has stitched together your social graph. The idea of an interest graph is to bring together everyone that has shared interests. If I can isolate the people who are into mountain biking in Marin, in one place, the ability to put ads against that is really high.

I have a road bike and a mountain bike, and I tend to use them both a lot. They help you keep your balance and your stamina.

Whenever I come here to Ilocos, I get sentimental because I always remember that as a child, I would ride a bike with my father in Paoay near where they were shooting 'Panday.'

I like being active and riding a bike around my neighborhood and exercising when I can.

I've seen neighborhoods that I would have never driven though because I'm riding my bike, because I'm looking for side roads, looking for maybe more hills or less hills depending if I'm exercising or not. You see a lot more, and you get the flow of a city a lot more.

I bike around New York City as a way of getting everywhere I need to go.

If you happen to be out at night on the bike path without a light, ring your bell constantly. No bell? Then sing "Hotel Yorba" on a continuous loop, loud enough to warn the unseen.

I remember riding my bike down the boardwalk with nowhere to go and looking at the girls. It was really innocent.

Usually, when I am not working, I mostly hang out with my friends, ride my bike, listen to music, and, occasionally, watch movies.

I got on my bike and drove, fast and recklessly. The humid air pushed thick against my face; if a child had walked in front of my path, I might have killed it. I sped past Jeanette's street and past the Treetop Acres sign and onto Route 118. I squeezed the rubber handlebar caps, squeezed the shaking out of myself. I hated both of them. The harder I pedaled—the more I risked—the better it felt.