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Usage examples of bike.

One-time mountain bike racer, David was appointed for a two-year stint as second in command of the Royal Marine biathlon team, in which he is basically a full-time paid athlete who spends a lot of time on skis in Norway.

An Angel can also lose his patch if he pulls a gun at a club meeting, hits another biker, steals from a club member drugs, money, bikes or even his woman or reneges on a drug deal made with another member.

After turning down two or three narrow streets they reached the bottom of a fairly steep incline, and Prosper Donge got off his bike.

Prosper Donge, on his bike, peacefully crossed the Bois de Boulogne, went over the Pont de Saint-Cloud, and got off his bicycle to walk up the steep road to his house.

It was as though Dunster, riding away on his huge black motor bike, had left me some of his determination to act, whatever the consequences.

There, residents can exercise to their cardiovascular delight on Stair-Masters, treadmills, LifeCycles, Nordic Tracks, stationary and recumbent bikes, rowers, cross-country-ski simulators, upper-body ergometers, gravitrons and Cybex resistance equipment.

The bike dipped suddenly into the sunken lot, leaving her stomach somewhere in the region of her throat-God, she loved that sensation and zipped out the other side, onto Gaskin Road.

Well, I had the bike shop, and that auto repair station, and I owned the airport and part of another one, and before I knew what the hell was happening I had contracts up the gazoo for rebuilding engines and airplanes and starting contract flying schools.

Bemused, she stood and watched him walk out of The Gilded Lily and mount the black bike.

He was still astride the bike, Ole Golly was still standing on the sidewalk, and Harriet was still poking her head out of the top of the cart, when suddenly there was a scream and Mrs.

My driver hefted a large hammer, decided against giving the engine a coup de grace, slung the hammer aside, and walked to the rear of the taxi to detach a bike and hand it over.

Chevette, who has kind of a major thing for Chrome Koran, and cranks them on her bike whenever she needs a boost to proj on, just moves with it now, everybody dancing, even the icers from the bathroom.

I wheeled the bike inside and topped up the tank from a jerrican of petrol kept there for the lawnmower.

He draws his katana, aims his bike at Raven, pumps it up to sixty or so miles an hour.

I stood loose-legged on the footrests, helping the bike hop the kerb, then sat firm, shoulders hunched, head low, as bike and I flashed past the bronze lions guarding the giant column holding the old one-eyed sailor.