I skated and rode bikes on ramps, and my mom was always super supportive. She was one of the only divorced moms in the neighborhood, so all the other parents looked down upon her for letting her kids do that kind of thing.
I got my first tattoo when I was 19. The one on my shoulder is an eagle. I’d go to the beach, and I’d take off my shirt, and I’d almost feel self-conscious because nobody out there had tattoos except my buddies, the guys who rode motorcycles. American-made bikes, mainly.
I regretted the solitary nature of the writer’s life – other people, normal working people, spent their days with co-workers, rode the subway home with a crowd, walked through thronged streets. I worked at home, all by myself.
I’ll never forget the first time I rode a bike with pedal straps. I stopped at a traffic light and fell over like Arte Johnson in ‘Laugh-In.’
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
In 2008, Obama rode to victory in good part by wearing the openness face, casting the Bush administration as intrusive, secretive hawks who had little regard for individual privacy or civil liberties.
I was hit by a car once on my bike, but I still rode home.
I grew up riding horses since I was eight. I rode English style and competed every weekend. I had two horses, Scout and Camille, and they were my babies. It taught me a lot about responsibility and commitment. I hope horses will always be in my life.
The Egyptians saw the sun and called him Ra, the Sun God. He rode across the sky in his chariot until it was time to sleep. Copernicus and Galileo proved otherwise, and poor Ra lost his divinity.
I had great faith in Prince Of Penzance, from the moment I rode him for the first time.
My uncle rode bulls professionally and he got me into it. I started riding steers when I was about eleven and he started taking me to little jackpots and I really got into it.
I think whenever we think of our hometowns, we tend to think of very specific people: with whom you rode on the school bus, who was your next door neighbor you were playing with, who your girlfriend was. It’s always something very specific.
I had a paint pony called Half-Pint, and I rode her in Madison Square Garden, and that was my first big show. But my first real pony was this red pony called Chantal. He was absolutely amazing. He was a great pony, except he did spin me off a couple of times! I would blink, and then I would be on the floor.
I grew up in a small town where we played around on motorcycles and things, but it really started when I got old enough. I think I was obsessed with the culture of riding. I got sick of having to date guys who rode motorcycles for me to be on them.
I rode fire trucks, slid down fire poles, wore a lot of red, and made a lot of appearances. I’ve always had a special place in my heart for fire fighters.
Mostly it would be those who rode in a particular even would hang out with those who rode in the same event.
The first thing I ever rode when I was a kid was a motorcycle, so I knew how to drive a motorcycle before a car.
It was very much like Norman Rockwell: small town America. We walked to school or rode our bikes, stopped at the penny candy store on the way home from school, skated on the pond.
I’d like to do something involving jazz. But books are how I earn my living, and I’d like to stay with the horse I rode in on.
I didn’t just show up as a walk-on back in 1989. I’ve done this my whole life, and I’d tell any young trainer to start in quarter horses because you have to do everything. I broke them, rode them, wrapped them and slept with them since I was a boy.
I want to provide the best possible life for my daughter. I want her to be so proud of me. You know, I never rode just for myself. I did it for my team as well. But this feels different. This feels like I’m riding my heart out for her.
I rode with four street-clothes cops in the East Village. I spent six weeks riding with them every day – in street clothes, with a vest underneath.
When a child, my dreams rode on your wishes, I was your son, high on your horse, My mind a top whipped by the lashes Of your rhetoric, windy of course.
I rode for Maindy Flyers, a local kids’ club from Cardiff. We started travelling across the country doing races, but Manchester was the first stage race I did.
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