Search Details

Word: bike (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...riding my bike on the sidewalks of Harvard Square the other day, speeding to yet another appointment--maybe a class or a meeting or a rehearsal. Who knows? It was something I was late for. I was weaving in and out of pedestrians and passers-by--nothing hazardous or anything, just trying to get through without being forced onto the autobahn that is Mass. Ave., while avoiding the possibility of getting flattened by a tour bus full of inquisitive grandmothers from Coral Gables...

Author: By George W. Hicks, | Title: Don't Be Rude | 12/10/1999 | See Source »

...caught completely off guard. "I'm in a hurry," I stated calmly, glancing at my bike to emphasize the point. "I was being completely safe. You just can't tell because you're stupid...

Author: By George W. Hicks, | Title: Don't Be Rude | 12/10/1999 | See Source »

...smartest girl I know can't read. She can't ride a bike without training wheels or count to 100. She can't concentrate on anything for more than a few seconds. Sitting still is a task. Trapped by language, she speaks in fragments where her thoughts come out as indistinguishable hodgepodges of sound. She used to speak with more clarity, but she is frustrated that in her 14 years of life, she has had so many ideas, dreams and opinions that she could not express in words...

Author: By Jennifer Y. Hyman, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Endpaper: Unreading Period | 12/2/1999 | See Source »

...place where "all night and day the heat is on." But if you really want to "Get Jiggy Wit It," invest some time in your local SoCal gym. It's a meat market worse than the First-Year Mixer--men don't bare all in form-fitting bike shorts for nothing...

Author: By Jordana R. Lewis, | Title: California Knows How to Exercise | 11/29/1999 | See Source »

...blood and liquor. A man, aged roughly 40, stumbles onto me at the 02139 post office, across from Cambridge City Hall; portions of his face and body are scraped and oozing, and his clothes are torn. Slurring his words, the new passenger says he just fell off his bike and asks to be taken the additional stop to the heart ofCentral Square. As he lunges into the front seat, the other riders recoil; one finally puts out a hand to keep him from falling off his seat. Despite the driver's offering to call help or take...

Author: By Lisa J. Powell, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Diary of a Bus | 11/18/1999 | See Source »

Previous | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Next