Quotes About Bicycle

We left a bicycle at the station this morning. If you do the right thing by me I won't be able to ride it, but it's there, anyway.

Honk a Bike Horn

Suddenly, she gave a little half-smile and whispered dreamily; "When I was a little girl, here for the summer, I used to ride my bicycle to Mass." I know; the Karê wanted to say. I used to watch you.

I prefer a bike to a horse. The brakes are more easily checked.

It is the bad spirit that has come over this place. My grandmother says that it will only go away when you see a dog and a goat riding a bicycle together.

When he had disconnected the pump and tested the tyre with thumb and forefinger, he stood the bicycle upright against the side of the house and replied tersely: "Brighton. Club test. By the way, did my white sweater get washed last week?" "How should I know?" said Celia. "I don't look after your things. Better go and ask Mum.

I just want kids to have a chance to go and try an Olympic sport. Every kid has a bike - that's how I started, and one kid coming along and giving it a go could make that journey to the Olympics.

Audiences won't buy an Ozzie Nelson walking and talking around about Rickie's new bicycle.

In the good old days, by merely twisting fat Valechka's brittle wrist (the one she had fallen upon from a bicycle) I could make her change her mind instantly;

I had reached the end if the trail and the dead end of Willow Glen Road, which meant I had a long way to go, most of it uphill. I heard a bicycle, and because sometimes the world gives you what you want, the bicycle that streaked into view held Amiel.

Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race.

When I see an adult on a bicycle, I do not despair for the future of the human race.

If you're looking for a behind-the-scenes rock-n-roll biography, pick up Nikki Sixx's 'The Heroin Diaries'. If you want the world's most narcissistic high school yearbook, however, 'First Step 2 Forever' is your new bicycle.

The thrill of walking comes not so much from movement—except for the initial turning of a step out the door into a journey—but from its gifts of freedom and nonconformity. In a world built on speed, walking somewhere is an act of rebellion. You reject every type of contraption that your forebears have invented to get you there faster—including the bicycle—for your own two legs. You head out into the world while turning your back on its ways.

In 1941 I finished at Allison Intermediate School (grades 7-9), and started at North High School, commuting by bicycle about 5 miles from home to school.

my body is my bicycle: the whole middle of me is the saddle where sits the rider of my soul. And my front wheel is the cardiac plane, and my back wheel is the solar plexus. And the brakes are the voluntary ganglia. And the steering gear is my head. And the right and left pedals are the right and left dynamics of the body, in some way corresponding to the sympathetic and voluntary division.

I do wish, however, that Ms. Olson would give me some credit for the progress I've already made. In 1944, I filed my first 1040, reporting my income as a thirteen-year-old newspaper carrier. The return covered three pages. After I claimed the appropriate business deductions, such as $35 for a bicycle, my tax bill was $7. I sent my check to the Treasury and it — without comment — promptly cashed it. We lived in peace.

a human on a bicycle is the most efficient traveler among all machines and animals.

At the hairdresser's a girl leaps out of a chair, Her blond hair bouncing off her bare shoulders As she runs out the door in her high heels. "I must be off," says the handsome boy to his grandmother. His bicycle is where he left it. He rides it casually through the heavy traffic His white shirttails fluttering behind him Long after everyone else has come to a sudden stop.

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do!I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!It won't be a stylish marriage,I can't afford a carriage,But you'll look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle built for two!

The bike crunches along the gravel path, weaving around the potholes that could present danger to someone who didn't know the road like the back of their hand.

my leg over the bike. Ranger was watching me, smiling. "I like the way you straddle that," he said. "Someday . . .

I imagined myself a professor's daughter, riding a bike to my classes. I could wear a camel's hair coat at last, have a roommate, play intramural volleyball, all paid for in advance.

When I was a kid, we played outside until we couldn't see and had to go in. I rode my bicycle and played tag football, kick the can, and hide-and-go-seek.