I don't want a pickle, just want to ride on my motorsickle.
Roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair. The night's busted open. These two lanes will take us anywhere.
I used to stick my head out the window when I was a kid and sing at the top of my lungs and think no one could hear me.
It makes me happy that people recognise me and want to click pictures with me. But sometimes, I want to be a common person. I want to go to a coffee shop and just chill. I miss driving my car with the windows rolled down.
He put his foot on one pedal, scooted a few yards and swung his other leg over the saddle. He soared left into the vertiginously sloping hillside road and sped, without touching his brakes ... The hedgerows and sky blurred; he imagined himself in a velodrome as the wind whipped his hair clean...
When I'm running fast, I don't feel anything, it's effortless, it's like my feet don't even touch the ground, it's like I'm flying.
I'm a girl that loves cars. I've always loved them. I love to drive with the windows down, sunroof open, and music pumping.
My son and I ride a tandem bike. We turn the music on and just enjoy riding through our neighborhood.
I love riding, even if it's just my Vespa. You just zip and do your thing. I find there's a different awareness when I ride; it connects me to my senses and to God.
Sometimes, I'm driving along in my car, and a song from my high-school years comes on the radio: Springsteen's 'Thunder Road.' Just the opening few chords make me want to roll down the window and let the wind blow back my hair.
I used to drive a convertible around L.A. a lot.
I love driving. It just makes me relaxed. All my worries go away.
