Quotes About Bikes

If you read the Passover story carefully, in the part about the ten plagues, right after locusts, frogs, and boils, they mention bikes.)

Sometimes Jude longed for her bike, but there were none in Faerie. Instead, she had giant toads, and thin greenish ponies and wild-eyed horses slim as shadows. And she had weapons. And her parents' murderer, now her foster father.

sculpted and refined by hours upon hours of exercise, walking stairs that lead nowhere, riding bikes that go nowhere, rowing phantom rowboats, wearing immovable cross-country skis.

I do a lot of charity rides and we always use the colour pink on the vehicles and we create these bespoke pink racing suits. One of the bikes is pink leopard print!

I collect cars and bikes. One of my most special rides is a black 1930s Cadillac V16, and then I've got a few West Coast choppers.

The fact that both killers arrived on bikes added a peculiarly Dutch flavor to their murders.

Use with Care!"), outlets that delivered tiny electric shocks ("Use Upper, Not Lower!"), leaky coffeemakers ("Use Sparingly!"), bikes with no brakes ("Use with Caution!"), and countless defunct blenders, tape recorders, televisions, stereo components ("DO NOT USE!"). (Years later, unconsciously at first

We used to all come outside when the streetlights came on and prowl the neighborhood in a pack, a herd of kids on banana-seat bikes and minibikes. The grown-ups looked so silly framed in their living-room and kitchen windows. They complained about their days and sighed deep sighs of depression and loss. They talked about how spoiled and lucky children were these days. We will never be that way, we said, we will never say those things.

We started into the tunnel on our bikes, but quickly dismounted once the darkness set in.

Don't get me wrong, I think bikes are terrific. I own several of my own, including a trendy mountain style, and ride them for pleasure and light exercise.

My name is A.J. and I hate school. If you ask me, they shouldn't teach kids how to read and write in school. They shouldn't teach math. They should teach kids how to do tricks on their bikes. That's what I want to learn!

My story was about these giant man-eating monsters fighting on trick bikes in outer space until they were all dead. I drew cool pictures to go with it. Emily, this girl with red hair, said my story was scary. But Emily thinks everything is scary. Miss Daisy said I had a good imagination, but she asked me if next time

It was just a fairly normal high school existence, riding our bikes around and hanging out in parks and down in the village.

I was lucky. My father raced bikes. He gave me the passion very early. I had my first bike when I was three or four years old.

Fueling my fight against my dad's wishes was my enormous dislike of bikes. Bikes were horrible. Bikes always seemed to be scratching against my legs, or the spoke was poking me or something. Pebbles ended up in my ankle socks when I was on a bike. The seat felt sharp and hurt my crotch. The bike represented everything annoying and uncomfortable in my young life.

Another feature on the new bikes was something I never thought I cared about—cruise control.