I find buying a bicycle is a great way to stay in touch with people.
When you've biked only on quiet cul-de-sacs and college campuses, the idea of riding in the city, right up there alongside the cars, seems, frankly, pretty absurd.
The great thing about Santa Monica civic auditorium was it was a place you could ride your bike to. In this case, my dad dropped me and my friends off, and we'd go see Ronnie James Dio or Jean-Luc Ponty or Weather Report or the Pretenders.
I cycled when I was at high school, then reconnected with bikes in New York in the late '70s. It was a good way of getting around the clubs and galleries of the Lower East Side and Soho.
I have always been an avid bike rider. Even before I became an avid bike rider, I was an avid bike stealer when I was a kid. I am very educated on bikes.
Vancouver is a very bike-friendly city.
Perhaps people, and kids especially, are spoiled today, because all the kids today have cars, it seems. When I was young you were lucky to have a bike.
My bike is my gym, my wheelchair, and my church all in one.
You can ride your bike to anywhere in Portland if you want to. I think there was a charming underdog mentality when I first moved here in the late '80s that is definitely gone. People acted more like underdogs, dressed more like underdogs.
I didn't know that you could race your bike until after college. I didn't know anything about cycling except that I rode my bike from class to class or to my friend's house. But here I am an athlete, I ran, I played soccer, I swam and people are riding their bikes and racing them? I had never seen a bike race.
You do not need a therapist if you own a motorcycle, any kind of motorcycle!
A true fascist is anyone who wants to take away my air conditioning or force me to ride a bike.
Historically, the French have had a romantic attachment to their bikes. Though the first functioning two-wheeler is thought to have been invented by a German in 1817, it was the French who popularized and marketed the device in the 1860s, giving it the name 'bicycle.'
When there's not ten feet of snow on the ground, I ride my bike down the streets of New York, and I literally hear two things out of car windows as cabs pass by me: They either yell, 'Hey, dummy,' or 'Hey, Mayhem.'
Everyone talks about Utah riding, slickrock and all that. I go through the mountain-bike magazines at the shop, and I think, 'That'd be awesome.'
I'm a big bike fan - my homies got Harleys and all kind of choppers - but to be honest I'm scared to ride motorcycles like that.
The kids I knew growing up who worked on bikes all loved the smell of gas. It is the liquid agent for speed.
I have the '86 Haro Master that I built. It was the bike I wanted as a kid and couldn't afford, and I'm like, "I'm going to build that Haro and never ride it."
