What is "handlebar"

Usage examples of "handlebar".

Ducking aerodynamically over my handlebars, I pedaled furiously into the thick, oily exhaust of the moving column .

Anyone sharp-eyed enough to have caught sight of the occupants of the Mercedes that evening as it sped through the centre of Fettlesham in the direction of Fettlesham Royal Infirmary would have thought they were hallucinating: an ageing German admiral with a handlebar moustache was at the wheel of the car, a heavily bemedalled SS officer was in the passenger seat, and an overweight nun with crimson lips and sky-blue eye-shadow was sitting in the back gesticulating.

BMW reasonably well controlled, learning how to change gears, operate the various switches on the handlebars, and what to do if the engine flooded.

So what he done, he took a bead and skinned half the handlebar mustache off of the ringleader, who had stood up in the boat and was hollering about how E.

Forte, himself an old shellback, was rigged out as a seventeenth-century pirate, in floppy boots, ragged pants, black handlebar mustaches, a cutlass and brace of wheellock pistols tucked in a broad red sash, rakish black hat with a peacock feather and the brim turned up, and black eye patch.

Freaky went up over the handlebars, knocked spang out of his shitkicker boots by the impact, both of his legs trailing out behind him in crippled splendor as his body flew its short, wingless flight from the seat of his Schwinn to a stone wall where Freaky landed and spread his head like a dollop of wet glue on the rocks.

Screw it all the way over, reach through the handlebars to raise the headlight beam, the needle leans down on a hundred, and wind-burned eyeballs strain to see down the centerline, trying to provide a margin for the reflexes.

He aimed the Voxan at the eighteen-wheeler barreling toward him on the left, then let go of the handlebar.

Numbly, his feet found the pedals and he biked on, faster and faster, bending over the handlebars to cut down the wind resistance, picking up speed until he was nearly flying along.

His favorite magazine was Mountain Biking Action and Reaction, and he would spend countless hours analyzing the carbon fiber frames, titanium handlebars, aluminum cranks, elliptical chain rings, front suspension forks, full suspension bikes, grip shifters, quick release levers, gel racing seats, disc wheels, bar ends, clipless pedals, Kevlar (TM) tires, altimeters, casette hubs, and other wondrous objects that filled its pages.

In front of Happy Jack's saloon, a guy with drooping handlebar mustaches, who wore an outlandish getup that consisted of low-slung Mexican sombrero, red silk scarf, black leather chaps, black cotton shirt, black work pants tucked into black, tooled-leather boots, and absurdly roweled silver spurs, was staggering into the crowd, bawling at the top of his lungs.

He hadn't dared drive it over fifteen miles an hour, and even at fifteen he would have nightmare visions of being thrown over the handlebars and fracturing his skull or going around a blind corner and slamming into an overturned truck and going up in a fireball.

Bom in New Jersey, educated at Princeton and Harvard Law, he cultivated a handlebar moustache and made a fetish of wearing cowboy boots, suede jackets and bolo ties.

He went down to the workshop directly he got home and took the little bronze sphere of the automatic pilot from the bench and packed it carefully away in rags in an old cigar box with its tiny transistor rectifier and the delicate relays, clearing the decks for a more mundane job, and started work upon the handlebars.

Balloon tires, coaster brake, handlebars rusty where the chrome wore away and stuck in wrong so they ain't lined up with the front fender, and paint scraped away in twenty, thirty places.