If every flower we flew past
had a name, they would run out.
But seeing early morning sun
make them nameless, we move on.
jorken
Twisting the grip violently, the 1300cc engine screamed with power and the backend dug in, as if in preparation for what was to come. The speedometer sailed past 200 with ease.
Now was not the time to pedal ideas of cotton wool safety, or bullshit notions of risk avoidance.
Now was the time for focus, discipline, control and serious adrenaline management principles.
Beneath the blacked out Shoei helment his face was a stone of focus, even though the corner of his mouth was cracked in a smile.
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push the pedal and let the other rise to catch your foot like a breath, like the road.
bunny
bicycle pedal are holey
Anonymous
Pedals are important. Without them, you couldn’t ride a bike. Bike riding is fun, and without it life would be…oh whatever, this isn’t working…
Haha, yea right...
I love to pedal my bike. I loved riding a bike as a kid. it was spectacular. I miss it dearly. and My brother too. I haven’t been the same since he moved.
Liz
As soon as I felt the pedal under my foot, I knew it was the wrong one. But I had to press it-all the way to the floor. Knew it would cause a disaster, but something drove me to do it. And there I was, I knew it was my undoing. I knew I’d be sorry. I was almost relishing the knowledge.
Ken
I want to ride a bike like when I was a child. No fear. The world seemed so much easier. Monkey bars, friends, going to sleep, everything was easier. I want to ride a bike and keep my eyes closed for a few seconds.
Rebecca Sciallo
bicycle riding, spinning, hurting my bare foot as I fly down the sidewalk, sweating, and finding my best friend down the road on his bicycle eating a popscicle! innocence
Anonymous
cycle
goks
The pedal spun round and round as the bike flew down the steep hill. Precariously balancing the old bicycle, the young child on it hardly had any control as to where he went. Luckily cars were absent as he flew past intersections, eventually coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill by slamming into a wall of pillows.
Nicole
Put the pedal to the metal is a cliche that people often say when they want to go fast. It refers to depressing a gas pedal down to the floor of a car.
Wade
whoa this is the same word as my friend i’d love to pedal my way to your place later sweet cheeks mmm fill my cheeks with your flavor flave haha what a loser but you taste so good it’s ok
blah
Put the pedal to the medal! This actually makes me think of bike riding down a steep hill. The wind on my hair and the sun on my back :D oH to be young again…..
sluggish
Turning around and dancing in the moonlight except there isn’t any tonight because it’s supposed to snow, except that it’ll really rain tomorrow because snow doesn’t come down here. Speaking of which, I need to go on a hike to find my bike that someone was kind enough to jack from the bike rack. So much for pedaling.
Meg
pedals falling from the sky, drift softly until they land. the color from the motion blurs against the raindrops.
Anonymous
i ride
like the wind
the breeze flowing threw my hair!!!!
“Hallelujah!” I yell.I’m free!!!!
faster faster gone.
zelfy
The car accelerates at a particular velocity, but it isn’t enough to stop you from moving forewards when the brake is pressed quickly. Especially if there is a deer or something else that slows the foreward motion. You’re best off wearing your seatbelt. Of course, you might hit a coyote hard enough to get it
Nikita
so soft and sweet and pretty – the picture of innocence she sat like an innocent spring pedal. so easy to pluck from the fragrant flower itself. she grew and wilted,that beautiful girl, and then she froze in the winter frost. (Oh how I wish that long hard winter didn’t have to come, life is too long to be considered short)
NeonChandelier
“sing me a song and I’ll sing it back to you… “
i know it’s not correct, but whatever.
i want everything that i cant have…
1.fame
2.to be “perfect”
3.to have a boyfriend =3
but i cant have that…
Am I not trying hard enough?
Maybe…
Then again, Maybe not…
Maybe I’m giving everything that I can give, but I’m just not getting any results…
that’s not my fault…
it’s the fault of fate and i don’t quite mind
Jennie
I LOVE TO PEDAL MY BIKE TO THE BOOKSTORE.
Lisa
i used to love riding my bike. i’d push on the pedals as fast as i could just to get the thrill of the wind in my face. it’s always nice to feel like you’re going somewhere. anywhere.
Katie
Take me off of this pedal, I’m not some wallflower. The time will tell what plans have in store for me.
Anonymous
i put my foot on the pedal and a wheel started to spin, the wheel was large and grey and it started spinning faster and faster. time sped up. images blurred. people vanished. i was alone. me and the pedal and the wheel. all of a blur. forever. nothingness.
Nicky
Pedalling is a circular action. You go round and round in circles yet forwards you go. Slow, fast, you go forward. um. pedal.
Zennor Compton
my bike pedal broke
Anonymous
You push forward, leaving everything else behind in a blur. Never looking back, never shedding a tear for your forgotten life. in which you can never return.
Ospreys
bicycle. moped. motorized pedal? cafe racer. vintage. im gonna just start naming things. helmet. goggles. wheels. girls. military. wtf. i donno. peace.
steve wilson
i have a pedal on ,y bike, it goes round and round with my foot pushing it. i also have a pedal on the car, it can be a brake, an accelerator or a clutch. The pedal is a very clever thing it has lots of uses in the world for us all
danie
put the pedal to the metal and just go, as far as you can, as fast as you can. put all your frustrations, your failures, your successes and your future into making that pedal hit the floor.
grainne
Her legs were too short and she couldn’t reach the pedals. She was leaned to one side, the crossbars of the bike were almost touching the ground. All she wanted to do was ride.
Tricia Honea
I pedal and pedal never seeming to get anywhere. I feel like one of those mice on the wheel in the cage. Spinning and spinning. I know I must be getting somewhere because I can see Pike’s Peak now where I couldn’t before.
Kandis
Bike pedal. Oh god, bikes are scary. I once wrecked my bike, and the handlebar rammed into me in a very uncomfortable place. Long story short, 17 stitches in my lacerated scrotum equals a lot of percocet and the worlds greatest story. Don’t worry, they both still work.
Toby Brock!
pedal. like flowers? he loves me, he loves me not. yeahh i used to do that. not anymore though. i grew out of it. but i still do it. when i think about my boyfriend. im not getting any better at these. ive only been doing them for a few dsays. I hope it gets easier. hopefullyy…
Olivia
Bright green pedals flash against a dark road. He’s learning to ride his bike, with his red helmet and all sorts of pads for protection. He pedals faster and faster and faster, his laughter rising in the distance. Oh to be a child again, free to partake in the simplest pleasures of life.
Amy
Then I got onto my bike and started to pedal. Fast. Faster. Fastest. I was the fastest kid in the neighborhood. Until my brother and sisters flew by, laughing. “Pedal faster!” They called out as they left me behind in the dust.
Leslie Cook
I pedal down the street approaching my favorite hill and I hold my breath as it comes near. When i hit the top of it my mind gets giddy! And then the rush of the wind hits my face and I have bliss for a hill!
Pixie
go quick before he gets us!
Carly peddled as fast as she could, sweat formed on her forehead,
and she could feel the wind on her face.
Kaitlyn
THE BIKE PEDAL WAS BROKEN SO i HAD TO PUSH MY BIKE DOWN THE DUSTRY DIRT ROAD TO MY GRANMOTHERS HOUSE ON THE TOP TOF THE HILL WHICJ WAS VERY RUTTED WITH SMALL ROCKS AND WAS VERY WINDY AND NARROW NEVER MIND THAT IT WAS A PITCH DARK NIGHT AND SHE COULD SEE NOTHING ENEV THOUGH SHE COULD HEAR THE
Anonymous
I hit the padal and made a get a way. I looked behind me and the apartment disappeared. I had to get away from him. IT was the polace that I had been held captive for the last few months. I was never coming back here. I breathed in the scent of new car and gas. WAit.. gas. I heard a slight bang when I reached the traccfic light. I heard a few beeps then a bang. THe car exploded in smoke and I was gone.
If every flower we flew past
had a name, they would run out.
But seeing early morning sun
make them nameless, we move on.
Twisting the grip violently, the 1300cc engine screamed with power and the backend dug in, as if in preparation for what was to come. The speedometer sailed past 200 with ease.
Now was not the time to pedal ideas of cotton wool safety, or bullshit notions of risk avoidance.
Now was the time for focus, discipline, control and serious adrenaline management principles.
Beneath the blacked out Shoei helment his face was a stone of focus, even though the corner of his mouth was cracked in a smile.
push the pedal and let the other rise to catch your foot like a breath, like the road.
bicycle pedal are holey
Pedals are important. Without them, you couldn’t ride a bike. Bike riding is fun, and without it life would be…oh whatever, this isn’t working…
I love to pedal my bike. I loved riding a bike as a kid. it was spectacular. I miss it dearly. and My brother too. I haven’t been the same since he moved.
As soon as I felt the pedal under my foot, I knew it was the wrong one. But I had to press it-all the way to the floor. Knew it would cause a disaster, but something drove me to do it. And there I was, I knew it was my undoing. I knew I’d be sorry. I was almost relishing the knowledge.
I want to ride a bike like when I was a child. No fear. The world seemed so much easier. Monkey bars, friends, going to sleep, everything was easier. I want to ride a bike and keep my eyes closed for a few seconds.
bicycle riding, spinning, hurting my bare foot as I fly down the sidewalk, sweating, and finding my best friend down the road on his bicycle eating a popscicle! innocence
cycle
The pedal spun round and round as the bike flew down the steep hill. Precariously balancing the old bicycle, the young child on it hardly had any control as to where he went. Luckily cars were absent as he flew past intersections, eventually coming to a stop at the bottom of the hill by slamming into a wall of pillows.
Put the pedal to the metal is a cliche that people often say when they want to go fast. It refers to depressing a gas pedal down to the floor of a car.
whoa this is the same word as my friend i’d love to pedal my way to your place later sweet cheeks mmm fill my cheeks with your flavor flave haha what a loser but you taste so good it’s ok
Put the pedal to the medal! This actually makes me think of bike riding down a steep hill. The wind on my hair and the sun on my back :D oH to be young again…..
Turning around and dancing in the moonlight except there isn’t any tonight because it’s supposed to snow, except that it’ll really rain tomorrow because snow doesn’t come down here. Speaking of which, I need to go on a hike to find my bike that someone was kind enough to jack from the bike rack. So much for pedaling.
pedals falling from the sky, drift softly until they land. the color from the motion blurs against the raindrops.
i ride
like the wind
the breeze flowing threw my hair!!!!
“Hallelujah!” I yell.I’m free!!!!
faster faster gone.
The car accelerates at a particular velocity, but it isn’t enough to stop you from moving forewards when the brake is pressed quickly. Especially if there is a deer or something else that slows the foreward motion. You’re best off wearing your seatbelt. Of course, you might hit a coyote hard enough to get it
so soft and sweet and pretty – the picture of innocence she sat like an innocent spring pedal. so easy to pluck from the fragrant flower itself. she grew and wilted,that beautiful girl, and then she froze in the winter frost. (Oh how I wish that long hard winter didn’t have to come, life is too long to be considered short)
“sing me a song and I’ll sing it back to you… “
i know it’s not correct, but whatever.
i want everything that i cant have…
1.fame
2.to be “perfect”
3.to have a boyfriend =3
but i cant have that…
Am I not trying hard enough?
Maybe…
Then again, Maybe not…
Maybe I’m giving everything that I can give, but I’m just not getting any results…
that’s not my fault…
it’s the fault of fate and i don’t quite mind
I LOVE TO PEDAL MY BIKE TO THE BOOKSTORE.
i used to love riding my bike. i’d push on the pedals as fast as i could just to get the thrill of the wind in my face. it’s always nice to feel like you’re going somewhere. anywhere.
Take me off of this pedal, I’m not some wallflower. The time will tell what plans have in store for me.
i put my foot on the pedal and a wheel started to spin, the wheel was large and grey and it started spinning faster and faster. time sped up. images blurred. people vanished. i was alone. me and the pedal and the wheel. all of a blur. forever. nothingness.
Pedalling is a circular action. You go round and round in circles yet forwards you go. Slow, fast, you go forward. um. pedal.
my bike pedal broke
You push forward, leaving everything else behind in a blur. Never looking back, never shedding a tear for your forgotten life. in which you can never return.
bicycle. moped. motorized pedal? cafe racer. vintage. im gonna just start naming things. helmet. goggles. wheels. girls. military. wtf. i donno. peace.
i have a pedal on ,y bike, it goes round and round with my foot pushing it. i also have a pedal on the car, it can be a brake, an accelerator or a clutch. The pedal is a very clever thing it has lots of uses in the world for us all
put the pedal to the metal and just go, as far as you can, as fast as you can. put all your frustrations, your failures, your successes and your future into making that pedal hit the floor.
Her legs were too short and she couldn’t reach the pedals. She was leaned to one side, the crossbars of the bike were almost touching the ground. All she wanted to do was ride.
I pedal and pedal never seeming to get anywhere. I feel like one of those mice on the wheel in the cage. Spinning and spinning. I know I must be getting somewhere because I can see Pike’s Peak now where I couldn’t before.
Bike pedal. Oh god, bikes are scary. I once wrecked my bike, and the handlebar rammed into me in a very uncomfortable place. Long story short, 17 stitches in my lacerated scrotum equals a lot of percocet and the worlds greatest story. Don’t worry, they both still work.
pedal. like flowers? he loves me, he loves me not. yeahh i used to do that. not anymore though. i grew out of it. but i still do it. when i think about my boyfriend. im not getting any better at these. ive only been doing them for a few dsays. I hope it gets easier. hopefullyy…
Bright green pedals flash against a dark road. He’s learning to ride his bike, with his red helmet and all sorts of pads for protection. He pedals faster and faster and faster, his laughter rising in the distance. Oh to be a child again, free to partake in the simplest pleasures of life.
Then I got onto my bike and started to pedal. Fast. Faster. Fastest. I was the fastest kid in the neighborhood. Until my brother and sisters flew by, laughing. “Pedal faster!” They called out as they left me behind in the dust.
I pedal down the street approaching my favorite hill and I hold my breath as it comes near. When i hit the top of it my mind gets giddy! And then the rush of the wind hits my face and I have bliss for a hill!
go quick before he gets us!
Carly peddled as fast as she could, sweat formed on her forehead,
and she could feel the wind on her face.
THE BIKE PEDAL WAS BROKEN SO i HAD TO PUSH MY BIKE DOWN THE DUSTRY DIRT ROAD TO MY GRANMOTHERS HOUSE ON THE TOP TOF THE HILL WHICJ WAS VERY RUTTED WITH SMALL ROCKS AND WAS VERY WINDY AND NARROW NEVER MIND THAT IT WAS A PITCH DARK NIGHT AND SHE COULD SEE NOTHING ENEV THOUGH SHE COULD HEAR THE
I hit the padal and made a get a way. I looked behind me and the apartment disappeared. I had to get away from him. IT was the polace that I had been held captive for the last few months. I was never coming back here. I breathed in the scent of new car and gas. WAit.. gas. I heard a slight bang when I reached the traccfic light. I heard a few beeps then a bang. THe car exploded in smoke and I was gone.