#Bicycle Tires Market

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Global Bicycle Tires Market size was valued at USD 8.39 Bn in 2023 and is expected to reach USD 13.57 Bn by 2030, at a CAGR of 7.1 %.

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"5 DAYS TO 90, FLEES GETS 2 YEARS IN 'PEN'," Toronto Star. May 14, 1943. Page 32. ---- Ralph W. J. Kimble Escaped From Reformatory at Guelph ----- "B" Police Court at City Hall, Magistate Browne.

On May 3, with only five days to serve before he would have been released from Guelph reformatory, Ralph W. J. Kimble escaped in a truck, the property of the Ontario Agricultural college, at which he was working, drove to Toronto where that night he stole a suit of clothes and a shirt from a house on Sherbourne St.

"You will go to the penitentiary for two years," said his worship this morning when Kimble pleaded guilty to charges of escaping custody, theft of the truck and the clothing.

Det.-Sergt. Hinchlewood testified accused was serving a sentence for car theft and was working with other prisoners at the Guelph Agricultural farm when accused took the truck and escaped. "The truck was left on Pembroke St. That night he stole a suit of clothes and a shirt from 184 Sherbourne St.," said Hinchlewood.

"Allowing for good conduct he had only five days to serve before. he would have been released." said G. Potter from the provincial secretary's office.

"Why did you do this?" asked the court. "It was just on impulse," replied Kimble.

A month in jail was given David Mossom who pleaded guilty to theft of two suits of clothes from Robert Reynolds. Complainant stated he had befriended accused, paying his room rent. "He stole one suit first and later on another," said Reynolds.

"They were recovered in pawn shops," said the crown.

"We are not prepared to go on today," said the crown when Leonard Giles was called on remand to answer a charge of shooting at Detective Sergeant Fred Munro.

Defence counsel stated accused elected to be tried by judge and jury. He was remanded to May 19.

STEALS AFTER DRINK --- A Police Court, City Hall, Magistrate Gullen. "If I had not been drinking, I would not have done it," said Herbert Burns, 52, pleading guilty of stealing socks, a shirt and purse. from a store.

"Accused was going around with a shopping bag. He had been drinking," related Detective Ritchie.

Burns was fined $20 or 20 days.

For failing to report for medical examination for military service before March 15, as required by the National Selective Service Regulations, Steve Butch pleaded guilty and was fined $25 and costs or 30 days. "If the fine is paid accused will be turned over to the authorities for medical examination, if not he will be examined after 30 days," said Magistrate Gullen.

"Since October, 1942, the mobilization branch have sent notices to accused requesting him to report for medical examination. They have all been returned. Yesterday accused was picked up by one of our officers," said Constable N. G. Canfield, R.C.M.P.

Robert Myers admitted stealing four cartons of cigarettes from his employer, and was fined $20 or 20 days.

FORGED $20 CHEQUE --- "C" Police Court, City Hall, Magistrate Prentice. Beatrice George pleaded guilty of forging a cheque for $20.

Det.-Sergt. Frank Wilson said accused had cashed an "allowance cheque" mailed to her landlady, Mrs. Connell Marritt. He said the signature was forged.

"I'm only 19," pleaded accused. "I come from Boston, Mass., and my mother is in the army. I want to make restitution."

She was remanded to May 17 for sentence.

A woman, charged with theft, collapsed and fell heavily from her chair during the hearing today. Charges of stealing a watch, lighter and three pairs of socks from Anton Rodek were dismissed.

"The watch was given to you by this woman as a Christmas gift, wasn't it?" Frank Callaghan, defending, asked complainant. "Yes, that's right."

"Didn't accused arrange to get you a divorce from your wife? Didn't she pay cheques to a lawyer?"

"She paid them."

"And didn't you get out of the air force by saying you had sinus trouble, which you didn't?"

"I went through the medical board."

At this point accused woman collapsed. She was assisted to her feet by court officials.

"I don't think they have caught up with you yet," the court said to Rodek.

"The night you left her, you took her car, didn't you?" asked Mr. Callaghan. "I did."

6 MONTHS' SENTENCE ---- County Police Court, County Buildings, Magistrate Keith. Six months was the sentence imposed on John Hudyma, convicted of receiving a stolen bicycle.

Accused, a second-hand dealer, bought the bicycle from two school boys for $7. It had been stolen from a schoolyard in York township.

"Stealing bicycles from messenger boys has become a racket," said Magistrate Keith, sentencing Donald Graham to two months for theft of a bicycle from George Painter, a messenger boy.

"There seems to be something to be said for this man. He has never beer to schcol in his life," said Magistrate Keith, in the case of Anthony Luciano, remanding him for sentence to May 21 on a charge. of purchasing two sets of used automobile tires, tubes and wheels without permission from the rubber controller.

A second charge of receiving these articles, knowing they had been stolen, was dismissed. Det.-Sergt. Wilfred McLellan testified he recovered two sets of auto tires, tubes and wheels from accused's home on May 5. "He admitted buying them from Frank Dunn and Robert Wheeler (who were convicted of stealing them and given suspended sentence and six months' probation in county' police court yesterday). Accused stated Dunn had told him he was wrecking his car and disposing of the tires and tubes. Luciano bought them for $25," said witness.

Accused said he was illiterate, and had never seen the inside of a school in his life. He said he was. a naturalized Canadian, but that he did not know it was against the law to buy used tires without permission.

"You knew there was a war on?" asked Mr. Mathews. "No. I am just a working man," accused replied.

"Didn't you know it was pretty hard to get tires nowadays?" queried Mr. Mathews.

"I don't know," answered accused.

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The Global Bicycle Tires Market size is expected to grow from USD 8.61 billion in 2022 to USD 51.32 billion by 2030, at a CAGR of 25% during the forecast period (2023-2030).

Global Bicycle Tires Market size expected to reach USD 51.32 billion with CAGR 25% by 2030 according to a new research report

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Family Sins - One Shot || Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: Every Thursday afternoon you and Aemond meet, even if you have to pay for his family's sins.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Emotional Hurt/Angst/ Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: I am just sad. This is the best I can write these days.

Author´s note:  Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Word Count: 4.2 K

You were soaked to the skin. All your clothes were loose. But, you were still pretty. It was all Aemond could think when he saw you walking through the aisles of that roadside gas station. He followed you with his eye while you consulted the prices of a small cocoa bun. Your black sweatshirt was soaked all over while your damp hair was tied up in a ragged bun. Your black-painted nails grazed some of the price signs as you put the small dessert back in its place and grabbed a cheaper one. You smiled at him as he followed you closely and he picked up the same product that you had left in its place. You didn't talk, Aemond wasn't given to too many words and you were tired from the rain. But, storms always made you happy. It was something Aemond could never understand, but he shared with you.

Outside, at that small gas station in the middle of the forest, it was still raining. Only Aemond's gray Mercedes and the old bicycle that your mother had given you two birthdays ago were parked at the door. You always pedaled five kilometers to meet Aemond. Every Thursday afternoon. He came directly from the city and was waiting for you, drinking a coffee that he always considered awful while you arrived. He always thought he could go find you. Pick you up at the door of your house and take you to a better place. But, that would have been giving you greater importance than you really should have for him. Although, you had driven him crazy. That was all he could think every time he saw you arrive at that place on your bicycle. In summer you always arrived with your short shorts, in winter with your military boots.

On that rainy autumn afternoon, you arrived with that huge black sweatshirt that must have been borrowed, courtesy of your older brother, surely. Or that was what Aemond thought as he followed you through that small commissary that the gas station had. The idea that that sweatshirt belonged to a man other than your brother drove him crazy, so he preferred to think that it belonged to your brother. It made things easier for him. You looked at a series of cookies one last time and left them in their place.

Aemond continued to follow you at a safe distance. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye while you laughed. The two of them alone in that place. Thus, things seemed easier than they really were. Everything was simpler when you were alone.

You walked up to the register and opened the small cloth bag hanging from your back. You took out that cat-shaped purse that Aemond had bought you at a market in Flea Bottom. Also soaked, you opened it, careful not to break it while you counted the coins that that strawberry bun that you had left on the counter cost. Right behind you, Aemond also placed the cocoa puff you had chosen earlier and took the elegant black leather wallet out of his pants. Unlike you, he wasn't wet. His hair was immaculate and his clothes looked as always, well ironed and freshly washed. That black turtleneck sweater he was wearing that day, you knew, cost the same as what it took to eat at home for a whole week.

“Give me a pack of Lucky Strike too,” he said diligently as the cashier looked you up and down. Aemond also dropped a package of condoms on the counter and you blushed while he simply prepared to pay with his credit card. Two small buns. A pack of tobacco. A package of condoms…

Rob, the cashier, looked over his shoulder at you as he charged Aemond for that purchase. He was your neighbor and you were sure that he knew what you and Aemond were going to do that rainy afternoon. You left the store with the strawberry muffin even before Aemond finished paying, although it was clear that you preferred the chocolate one.

He looked at you through the huge glass doors of that gas station and wondered if it wasn't better to give you the treatment you deserved. However, he simply took the condoms and tobacco in one hand, that chocolate bun in the other and went outside. The water continued to fall hard and you were leaning against the door frame. It fell so hard from the ledge that it soaked your torn canvas sneakers, even though the rest of your body was trying to regain heat. Aemond gave you the cocoa puff and you reluctantly took it. You knew what awaited you at home that night because of that simple gesture that was intended to be kind on Aemond's part.

“I could have bought it,” you said without much encouragement, taking down your backpack from your back and putting the condoms and both buns in it. You looked at Aemond, who remained stoic and unfazed as always.

“You would have bought the strawberry one because it's the only thing you can afford and because you need to eat something,” he responded, shrugging his shoulders and opening the packet of tobacco. “This way you will eat something you like,” he said out loud, making the difference between him and you evident: he always paid with a credit card, it seemed like his money was created out of nowhere. You always carried coins in your bag and you never bought what you wanted because you simply didn't have the money for it.

“I guess,” you answered, not daring to look at him. Aemond approached you and finally kissed you. All of his slim, slender body against yours. The height difference was considerable. He just grabbed your face in his hands, his lips making contact with yours in a sweet and passionate way. You held his wrists, as if you always needed an anchor to the ground every time he kissed you. That kiss, surrounded by the storm, was observed under the disapproving gaze of that gas station cashier in the middle of nowhere. The rain threatened to soak you, but you didn't care.

As always, in the middle of all your kisses, Aemond opened his only eye, almost wanting to check that you were real, and not a simple fantasy of his imagination. He always slowly closed his eye again as your lips continued to crash against each other.

At the end of that silent kiss, Aemond took your hand, without looking back, and opened the passenger door for you in the rain. You quickly got into the car and Aemond ran to the driver's seat in the rain. You saw how his hair had now become wavy and he gave a half smile when he saw how you smiled silently, tiredly resting your head on the seat. “I could take the bike and put it in the trunk. Take you home after the motel,” he confessed, not daring to look at you. At that moment, he wanted to go further with you, beyond what he wanted to admit.

"No, do not worry. Then just leave me here and go. I’ll go home from here on the bike,” you told him, not daring to look at him either. You grabbed one of the wet, unruly strands covering your face and tucked it behind your ear. “I don't want my parents to know where I've been this afternoon,” you confessed dejectedly. You knew they would find out before nightfall, just when Rob walked through the door of your father's bar, the nerve center of the town where you lived.

“As you wish,” Aemond responded as the engine roared just started. He turned on his car radio. It only played classical music and you wondered as always if Aemond listened to anything else or the high cultural esteem in which you knew he was held prevented him from doing so. “I bought you other sneakers,” he whispered while keeping his eyes on the road. The windshield wipers of his car moving frantically in the face of such an amount of water.

“It wasn't necessary,” you responded, biting your inner cheek. You hated that he did that. You hated that he bought you everything you needed. You knew he did it for a simple reason: to hold your meetings every Thursday afternoon. As if you were a prostitute, Aemond bought everything he thought or felt you needed. It was his way of keeping you by his side. The only language of love that seemed to know how to offer, understand… “My sneakers are fine,” you said, looking at them. Destroyed and torn. That was all they were.

“They were just on sale,” he responded, putting the issue to rest. His voice always seemed to be devoid of all emotion. Sometimes you wondered if Aemond knew how to feel anything other than indifference or anger, but you knew he did. Every Thursday afternoon he demonstrated it to you. Always in the solitude of that motel room that he reserved for a few simple hours. The radio interrupted the broadcast to talk again about another urgent environmental disaster and Aemond turned it off.

Both you and he knew it was what was going to be talked about. You could see him tense up as he drove. And you directed your body towards his, releasing the seat belt. You bit your lip hesitantly as you brought his body closer to his, one of your hands gripping his seat. The other traveled to Aemond's fly.

“Hmm” was all you heard him say as your hand slowly lowered the zipper. The metallic sound of each and every one of the teeth that made it up exploded against your ears, just like the sound of the rain in the now silent interior of that high-end car. You unbuckled his belt and your hand quickly found his cock in his pants, hard and warm, soft and firm. You bit your lip seductively as you took her out of those extremely expensive underwear. “I don't want to have to give explanations at a police checkpoint like last time,” he answered, without taking his eyes off the road. Grabbing your hand with his as the other grabbed the steering wheel. “Don't be mean to me, (Y/N),” he asked you under his breath.

“I just wanted you to relax,” you whispered sensually and he smiled again without looking at you, although you never knew if when Aemond smiled he was truly happy. You returned to your seat and watched as he quickly buttoned his pants again. “If you don't like it…” you purred and he interrupted you.

“Hmm, I didn't say that,” he repeated again, remembering the fine he had had to pay and how your cheeks had blushed the most while that police officer asked you what your relationship was and forced you to take out your ID card to verify that You were actually nineteen years old and no less. Aemond was six years older than you at the time, but he had always looked older than he really was. He remembered telling the police officer that you were a couple and how you had looked at the ground in regret as those words came out of his mouth. The following Thursday you had not shown up, nor the next one. Three weeks later you came back with a very bad-looking bump between your ribs that you promised was the result of a bad fall on the bike. He knew you had lied, but stating it out loud would have meant never seeing you again.

You finally arrived at that roadside motel and Aemond left you in the car while he went to the reception to get the keys to room thirteen, the one he reserved every Thursday. You received a message from your mother asking if you needed her to pick you up after your study hours at the library. You answered no because you were carrying the bike. You lied to her again. You turned off the phone and closed your eyes. You could understand why your parents didn't want you to see Aemond, but it really wasn't his fault…

He woke you from your thoughts as he opened the car door. You walked out next to him and he held your hand again. You ran through the rain until you reached the second floor of the motel. He clumsily opened the door and you both walked in laughing and soaked. Aemond kissed you again, closing the bedroom door behind you. Holding your face again, with no escape. Your bodies swayed together in that room that had witnessed your meetings for the last two years.

You could hear him gasp as he kissed you. You broke away from his grasp and took off your soaked sweatshirt, which fell heavy to the floor. You also took off your wet shorts and were left in your underwear. Cold and shivering, Aemond covered you with his body, though he was almost as wet as you. You took off his eye patch and he laid you on the bed.

He smiled bright and powerful, like you knew he really felt about almost everyone. He was a Targaryen. He took off his turtleneck and you could see the symbol that already named him as such. The tattoo was fresh on his skin. A green and black dragon on his shoulder. Detailed to excess and you knew it named him as someone important within the family and business, criminal and legal structure. You didn't dare ask, even though he knew you knew the meaning. Your sister had explained it to you when Aegon received his. Years ago, you had both been naïve enough to think that type of tattoo was exciting and powerful. Your sister had been a fool. You weren't on a different path.

Aemond's arms supported his entire weight as he lunged at you to kiss you. His pants though on but his belt undone. He had never been a subtle boy. He smiled at you proudly and cockily, he almost seemed to know what you were thinking. He was dying to tell you that just two days ago he had given him the tattoo, that he had stood stoically and without any emotion while it was done, but his heart had been beating strongly, as if this were finally the moment of approval that he had been waiting for all his life.

He kiss you. His lips met with strength and need. They eagerly bumped into yours. A watery sound. A pleasant shiver ran down his spine, like every time he kissed you. You knew there wouldn't be much more foreplay.

He stayed silent over you. His single eye scrutinized you while the prosthesis remained immovable in that empty eye socket. He had never told you what had happened to him. He would never do it. You had heard rumors, but... His eye continued to look at you in silence. You looked beautiful with your hair wet, all spread out against the pillow, your eyes locked on his, a half smile on your lips.

His thumb brushed your bottom lip gently. Comfortable silence reigned in that cheap motel room. The gray walls. The simple sheets. That sad blind half lowered. The complete scene of your meetings every Thursday afternoon. “I love you,” Aemond confessed in a whisper. Your eyes appeared to offer a small surprise upon hearing him. He felt your entire body stiffen under him. It was the riskiest confession he could make to you. However, he was happy. At that moment, he was happy after a long time. “I love you” he repeated again with more force, as if he wanted to reaffirm his words.

His lips found yours again and you relaxed at the attention. You were in big trouble if Aemond confessed something like that, but it was really what you wanted him to do. Confess that way, with you, and only you. He lightly bit your lower lip with a smile, trying to relax you. Your hands ran up his arms as you kissed. The hand traveling on his right shoulder tried to avoid the dragon tattoo. Aemond was beginning to follow in his older brother's footsteps... You thought, you always thought that he was not that kind of man... but, he craved power like everyone else, right?

Aemond's always skillful fingers undid your panties, removing them heavy from not only the humidity of the rain that had soaked everything. You were too. Your core throbbing and waiting for a simple contact with him. An arrogant smile appeared on his lips when he saw the small soaked grotto, as if his mere presence already activated all the keys you needed. You smiled shyly at him and he kissed you again.

Your bodies merged in an embrace that promised to be eternal. You felt Aemond's cock hard, eager for what he always got when he was with you. The bright red tip protruded through the elastic of his boxers and you licked your lips in a reflex and subconscious act that Aemond was always grateful for. Seeing your wet lips and bright eyes, he could only think that you were perfect, terribly perfect.

“I'm going to get the condoms,” you whispered, a feeling of regret running through your head, as if those words had ruined everything. The atmosphere that had existed until that moment seemed to have almost disappeared and you felt his grip loosen.

“Sure” It was all he said as he stood up and took off his pants and boxers. He didn't dare look at you because he thought that afternoon was finally the moment you would leave him... bareback. He had confessed. He had done it... and you had been taking contraceptives for a year, he had no more sexual encounters than the ones he had with you... he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, crouched down rummaging through your bag, looking for the packcage that he had bought himself. You had never talked about it, but… “I'm not my brother, you know?” He whispered, looking back ahead, not daring to look at you. “If something happened, I would…”

You interrupted him by returning to bed with a condom and leaving it between the sheets while you lay on your side and he turned to look at you. “You know we can't take risk,” you told him as he went back to the bed and grabbed the wrapper. You didn't point anything out but it always made you nervous that he would tear it with his teeth. He put it on silently and positioned himself between your legs. He looked into your eyes and, for the first time, you saw an authoritative gleam behind them, almost as if that damn tattoo had changed him.

“I'm not my brother,” he repeated again under his breath. He entered you forcefully, without breaking eye contact. Your legs surrounded your hips and you moaned at that impact with such violence that it caused his testicles to collide against the slit of your pussy. You closed your eyes and didn't say anything. The sins of his family would always be present among you.

“I'm just saying that family is destroying the town.” Old Tom was sitting at the bar while your father cleaned it. It was late, but he kept moving that old rag against the bar. His eyes filled with worry as he waited for you. He knew where you had been. He knew what you had done. He had always thought of you as a smarter girl than your sister, but it was clear that you were not.

“Once again they have polluted the river with waste from the plant,” said Clark. His mug of beer met his lips. Your father knew where you had been, Rob had told him before he went home. His face had turned gloomy just then. “Those damned Targaryens…”

Just then, all the voices fell silent in the town bar. You had just walked through the door, soaked to the skin. You had pedaled there from the gas station in the rain, even though Aemond had insisted on giving you a ride home. You couldn't let your father see you with him, although when his accusatory eyes fell on you, you knew he knew. Everyone tried to return to their previous conversation as your steps led you to the bar. There a boy with white hair painted in silence. You sat next to him and saw your sister's son painting a green dragon. You were surprised to see him there. Normally the child was always well hidden at home.

“They are just destroying lives. That's the only thing they know how to do…” Tom attacked again. Clark agreed and your father approached in silence, trying to pretend he didn't know, but he knew, of course he knew.

“Your mom had to go pick up your brother… Why don't you join Greg for dinner?” your father whispered as the four year old was still engrossed in his drawing. You scooped up the little boy, who clutched the paper in his hand as you walked up the back stairs.

Your house was on the second floor of your father's business. The metal steps creaked under your weight, but your father's eyes exerted a greater weight on you. He would never tell you anything. He hadn't told your sister before he died either, but the Targaryens had destroyed his life, the life of the people in that place... your life.

Greg stared blankly as you dressed him in his pajamas after dinner. Sitting on your bed, his purple eyes seemed empty and innocuous. It had always been like this. Consciousness never seemed to have reached that unwanted child. You ruffled his hair, almost expecting a smile, but he just fixed his eyes on you. Empty and deep. As if he knew everything and nothing at the same time. You sat down next to him and took off the new sneakers Aemond had forced you to accept.

“Today I saw a dragon,” you commented, also staring at the wall. The boy turned his head slightly. His huge eyes fixed on you. The stories you always told him seemed to be the only ones that woke him up from his lethargic state. “A green dragon, like the one you were painting,” you smiled at him and his eyes seemed to get even bigger.

Greg's real name was Aeron, courtesy of your sister and his father, Aegon Targaryen. Your sister had been stupid enough to get pregnant by that rebellious boy and die in childbirth, leaving her son alone. Your parents had wanted Aegon to keep the child, but it had been impossible. A child who was not like the others, a dragon locked in a home where they were hated. Greg. It was a much better name according to your father. Your grandfather had been called that.

The Targaryens had destroyed the town with the pollution emitted by their businesses, both legal and illegal, and your entire family. And you… you had fallen in love with one of them.

Greg ended up falling asleep with you while you waited for your mother and brother. Your father always closed the bar late, but it wasn't normal for them to take so long to come back. Something must have happened...

At midnight, the lock on the front door clicked and you went out into the hallway to see if your brother and mother were finally arriving. However, that was a big mistake.

“Be thankful they're not going to press charges,” your mother's words echoed throughout the house, no doubt she was scolding your brother. He uttered something incomprehensible in the state he was in. At the time, you didn't know it, but your older brother was in trouble with Aegon again... bloody knuckles. His lost look. The split lip. While you had made love with Aemond, Gregory had punched Aegon to death.

You stood petrified, contemplating him in silence. Just then he located you. “You're a whore who sells herself for a simple cocoa roll,” he whispered. He had never told you anything like that. He, unlike your father, had always known how to hide his anger towards you. But, that night was the one that changed everything.

“Gregory, stop it,” your mother scolded him, knowing before you what he had in mind, after all she had given birth to him… Gregory pounced on you. “Gregory!!!” your mother shouted it. His bloody nails dug into your brother's skin as he hit you while you fell to the ground.

Your father had only hit you that one time... only that one time... was all you could think as you received one blow after another. He grabbed your hair, stretched your neck, and choked you until you were unconscious... The Targaryens had destroyed everything you cared about... and the only thing you could think about was that Aemond would be angry when he saw your body full of bruises... The enormous Greg's eyes watched everything in silence. That child had only seen violence in his life.

The Targaryens always destroyed everything, and Aemond and the tattoo he now had on his shoulder were proof of that.

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o 625 words to know in your target language o

There is a really interesting blog called "Fluent Forever" that aids foreign language learners in tricks, tips and techniques to guide them to achieving fluency "quickly" and efficiently. One of the tricks is to learn these 625 vocab words in your target language, that way you have a basis to start delving into grammar with ease as you can understand a lot of vocab right off the bat. Plus this list of words are common across the world and will aid you in whatever language you are learning. Here is the list in thematic order

• Animal: dog, cat, fish, bird, cow, pig, mouse, horse, wing, animal

• Transportation: train, plane, car, truck, bicycle, bus, boat, ship, tire, gasoline, engine, (train) ticket, transportation

• Location: city, house, apartment, street/road, airport, train station, bridge hotel, restaurant, farm, court, school, office, room, town, university, club, bar, park, camp, store/shop, theater, library, hospital, church, market, country (USA,

France, etc.), building, ground, space (outer space), bank, location

• Clothing: hat, dress, suit, skirt, shirt, T-shirt, pants, shoes, pocket, coat, stain, clothing

• Color: red, green, blue (light/dark), yellow, brown, pink, orange, black, white, gray, color

• People: son, daughter, mother, father, parent (= mother/father), baby, man, woman, brother, sister, family, grandfather, grandmother, husband, wife, king, queen, president, neighbor, boy, girl, child (= boy/girl), adult (= man/woman), human (# animal), friend (Add a friend's name), victim, player, fan, crowd, person

• Job: Teacher, student, lawyer, doctor, patient, waiter, secretary, priest, police, army, soldier, artist, author, manager, reporter, actor, job

• Society: religion, heaven, hell, death, medicine, money, dollar, bill, marriage, wedding, team, race (ethnicity), sex (the act), sex (gender), murder, prison, technology, energy, war, peace, attack, election, magazine, newspaper, poison, gun, sport, race (sport), exercise, ball, game, price, contract, drug, sign, science, God

• Art. band, song, instrument (musical), music, movie, art

• Beverages: coffee, tea, wine, beer, juice, water, milk, beverage

• Food: egg, cheese, bread, soup, cake, chicken, pork, beef, apple, banana orange, lemon, corn, rice, oil, seed, knife, spoon, fork, plate, cup, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sugar, salt, bottle, food

• Home: table, chair, bed, dream, window, door, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, pencil, pen, photograph, soap, book, page, key, paint, letter, note, wall, paper, floor, ceiling, roof, pool, lock, telephone, garden, yard, needle, bag, box, gift, card, ring, tool

• Electronics: clock, lamp, fan, cell phone, network, computer, program (computer), laptop, screen, camera, television, radio

• Body: head, neck, face, beard, hair, eye, mouth, lip, nose, tooth, ear, tear (drop), tongue, back, toe, finger, foot, hand, leg, arm, shoulder, heart, blood, brain, knee, sweat, disease, bone, voice, skin, body

• Nature: sea, ocean, river, mountain, rain, snow, tree, sun, moon, world, Earth, forest, sky, plant, wind, soil/earth, flower, valley, root, lake, star, grass, leaf, air, sand, beach, wave, fire, ice, island, hill, heat, nature

• Materials: glass, metal, plastic, wood, stone, diamond, clay, dust, gold, copper, silver, material

• Math/Measurements: meter, centimeter, kilogram, inch, foot, pound, half, circle, square, temperature, date, weight, edge, corner

• Misc Nouns: map, dot, consonant, vowel, light, sound, yes, no, piece, pain, injury, hole, image, pattern, noun, verb, adjective

• Directions: top, bottom, side, front, back, outside, inside, up, down, left, right, straight, north, south, east, west, direction

• Seasons: Summer, Spring, Winter, Fall, season

• Numbers: 0, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20 21, 22, 30, 31, 32, 40, 41, 42, 50, 51, 52, 60, 61, 62, 70, 71, 72, 80, 81, 82, 90, 91, 92, 100, 101, 102, 110, 111, 1000, 1001, 10000, 100000, million, billion, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, 5th, number

• Months: January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

• Days of the week: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

• Time: year, month, week, day, hour, minute, second, morning, afternoon, evening, night, time

• Verbs: work, play, walk, run, drive, fly, swim, go, stop, follow, think, speak/say, eat, drink, kill, die, smile, laugh, cry, buy, pay, sell, shoot(a gun), learn, jump, smell, hear (a sound), listen (music), taste, touch, see (a bird), watch (TV), kiss, burn, melt, dig, explode, sit, stand, love, pass by, cut, fight, lie down, dance, sleep, wake up, sing, count, marry, pray, win, lose, mix/stir, bend, wash, cook, open, close, write, call, turn, build, teach, grow, draw, feed, catch, throw, clean, find, fall, push, pull, carry, break, wear, hang, shake, sign, beat, lift

• Adjectives: long, short (long), tall, short (vs tall), wide, narrow, big/large, small/little, slow, fast, hot, cold, warm, cool, new, old (new), young, old (young), weak, dead, alive, heavy, light (heavy), dark, light (dark), nuclear, famous

[fight4me]

Random headcannons of the Radiator Springs folk: an alternative universe telling how the citizens stay (or don't stay) fit.

Fillmore: yoga obviously. And meditation, man.

Sarge: still follows a military regime of fitness. Basically strict pull-ups and military push-ups.

Flo and Remone: they've been secretly practicing ballroom dancing for years. Everything from salsa to the waltz. They tried swing dancing, but Ramon was afraid he was going to get one or both of them hospitalized. He really didn't want to give his wife a concussion. On the Ramon side of things, he may dabble in hip-hop dance and a little bit of breakdancing.

Sheriff: chasing bad guys and naps. But mostly naps lately.

Guido: he's a small guy with incredible body control. He does calisthenics, or street workouts. He has elite level skills. (He can do a full planche.) (This was inspired by going down a YouTube wormhole...) He has some pullup bars and parallel bars he made out of galivized pipe outside the tire shop. The industrial gym vibes. He also does a little breakdancing with Ramon.

Luigi: Owning a tire shop keeps him fit enough, he says.

Red: he'll run firefighter drills and make up obstacle courses. He likes the challenge of making up some sort of agility course and than seeing how long it takes him to complete it. He can do this thanks to his trusty stopwatch.

Lizzie: uses cans of vegetables as hand weights. Don't be fooled, she's stronger than she looks.

Sally: I'm gonna say she enjoyed swimming as a child. But now a days she doesn't really get to, living in the middle of the desert and all that. So now it's walking, biking, perhaps a bit of yoga.

Lightning: traditional gym bro stuff. But with terrible form. Deadlifts with a rounded back and everything. He's one mistake away from being in a gym fail video. (Seriously whatever you're thinking, it's worse.) When Doc was alive he pretty much gave up on trying to fix it and looked away. Cruz however is still trying fix.

Cruz: being a former trainer has served her well. Cruz will do just about anything. Her main jam is something pretty similar to crossfit. She does love her some olympic lifts. She's acquired a hodgepodge of hand-me-down work out equipment from Craigslist, garage sales and FB market place. One of her favorite finds is an old barbell and some random plates. It's a little rusty, not shiny like a new one, but it does the job. Essentially, she'll do whatever you throw at her. One of the cool things is she will jump in on the other citizens' workout regimes, for companionship or to encourage them. Obviously she trains with Lightning the most often, making sure he doesn't die of poor form. She does yoga with Fillmore, pushups/pull ups with Sarge. She'll go watch/do some other calisthenics with Guido. (She's almost got a handstand and L-sit down pat.) She'll run some drills with Red or hold his stopwatch for him. Chat with Lizzie while she does her daily exercises on her porch.

Oh crap I forgot Mater... *mind draws blank. cricket noises.* So, when Mater's not tinkering around the impound or drivin' his tow truck, he rides his old-school bicycle with high handlebars.

[jaysnsahu]

Gravel Road Bikes Market to Hit USD 1,141 Million by 2032

The global Gravel Road Bikes Market was valued at USD 930 million in 2023, and it is expected to grow to USD 1,141 million by 2032, as projected by MarketsGlob. This represents a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 2.30% from 2024 to 2032. The increasing demand for gravel bikes is being driven by rising fitness trends, adventure cycling, and the growing preference for eco-friendly transportation solutions.

What is a Gravel Road Bike?

A gravel road bike is a type of bicycle designed to perform well on mixed surfaces, such as gravel paths, dirt roads, and traditional paved roads. These bikes typically feature wider tires for better grip and stability, a more relaxed geometry for comfort over long rides, and durable frames made from materials like steel, aluminum, carbon, or titanium. Gravel bikes are favored for their versatility, allowing riders to switch between on-road and off-road cycling with ease, making them ideal for adventure cyclists, commuters, and long-distance riders alike.

Key Players Driving the Market

Several key players contribute significantly to the growth and development of the Gravel Road Bikes Market. These companies are recognized for their innovative products, market influence, and dedication to meeting the needs of cyclists worldwide. Some of the major players include:

Specialized Bicycle Components

Trek

Giant

Cervelo

Cannondale

Vitus Bikes

Merida Bikes

Fuji Bikes

Cube Bikes

Santa Cruz Bicycles

SCOTT Sports

Liv Cycling

Salsa Cycles

Bianchi

Diamondback Bicycles

GT Bicycles

Lauf Cycles

Ribble Cycles

(Note: This list is not final. Please request a sample report for the latest information on key market players.)

Market Segmentation

The Gravel Road Bikes Market is segmented into different product types, applications, sales channels, and regions. This segmentation provides a comprehensive view of the market and helps understand various consumer needs.

Product Types Analysis

Steel Gravel Bikes

Aluminum Gravel Bikes

Carbon Gravel Bikes

Titanium Gravel Bikes

Applications Analysis

Men

Women

Kids

(Note: This segmentation is not exhaustive. We can further customize the data based on your specific requirements. Request a sample report for deeper insights.)

Sales Channel Analysis

Direct Channel

Distribution Channel

Regional Insights

The Gravel Road Bikes Market is segmented into key regions, providing insights into geographic demand and market trends:

North America (United States, Canada, Mexico)

Europe (Germany, United Kingdom, France, Italy, Russia, Spain, Benelux, Poland, Austria, Portugal, Rest of Europe)

Asia-Pacific (China, Japan, Korea, India, Southeast Asia, Australia, Taiwan, Rest of Asia Pacific)

South America (Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, Peru, Venezuela, Rest of South America)

Middle East & Africa (UAE, Saudi Arabia, South Africa, Egypt, Nigeria, Rest of Middle East & Africa)

As the global demand for adventure and fitness-oriented cycling continues to rise, the Gravel Road Bikes Market is set to expand steadily. With a projected market value of USD 1,141 million by 2032, key players and innovative products will continue to drive this growth. For customized insights and further details, it is recommended to request a sample report. In-Detail Scope of Research: https://marketsglob.com/report/gravel-road-bikes-market/9425/

[madam-melon-meow]

Arranged marriages

Whenever i see arranged marriage as a trope the only thing i can think of is my great-grandmother, who as a young adult in Italy had a guy she loved, but when her father arranged a marriage between herself and a fisherman, that guy quietly disappeared from the picture , so when my great-grandmother, 40 years later and 30 years a widow, was walking in a market in boston with her grandaughter (my mom) and ran into that old boyfriend, she quietly expressed to my mom that it was “too late” to ever reconnect with him.

There’s a lot more i could say about my great grandmother, how her father chose the fisherman for his ability to provide, “the war” killed the fisherman even though he was not a soldier- blown up by a landmine infront of his eldest son. how the resulting poverty of a single mother raising a half dozen kids on her own led to them boiling grass for food and seawater to sell the salt. How she managed to raise the funds to get them all to america, including her now married son and his wife, and bribed an officer because one of her sons had stolen a bicycle and wasn’t allowed to leave. How she and her children lived in an unheated attic in boston in winter, in her brother’s house, until the wife tired of them and kicked them to the streets. How my own grandma, who was twelve, learned english at school and taught it to her mother and other Italian immigrants each evening (and my mom would be recognized by those people years later, by those who were grateful for those lessons). How she made sure all her children, including my grandma, were able to adapt to america, and still made sure to host big sunday dinners as her family grew with each grandchild born. All the things she experienced in her life , until that day in the market, walking with her grandchild, seeing the face of a man she had loved when she was young, a man who had not argued when her father said she could not marry him. There was not much romance in her life, certainly not with the fisherman, long since dead and buried. But it was too late to reconnect with this man, even as a friend. That time had passed. So she walked on with my mother, and watched her family grow. I don’t know when the dementia began, if she was clear-minded when i was born, though i know she spoke only Italian in my only real memory of her, when we visited her before her death, when i was 8.

This post was meant to be a “why i dont see arranged marriages as a romance trope , instead seeing them as something that can remove romance from a person’s life, but stories without romance are still powerful anyway”. I got caught up thinking about my family history, and the arranged marriage i know of personally.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"La police trouve des pneus, des roues d'autos dans le bois Gomin," Le Soleil. October 22, 1942. Page 3. ---- Une découverte a été faite au bois Gomin où des voleurs de pneus, de roues d'autos et de pièces de bicyclettes cachaient le produit de leurs vols - Deux jeunes gens ont été arrêtés par les détectives municipaux. --- Deux jeunes gens ont été mis en état d'arrestation à la suite de la découverte d'une cache de pneus, de roues d'automobiles et de bicyclettes, dans le bois Gomin. Un des prévenus a été trouvé sur les lieux hier après-midi et le second a été appréhendé, ce matin. Ces deux premières arrestations seraient suivies de plusieurs autres. Les détectives municipaux mettraient ainsi fin a une épidémie de vols de roues et pneus d'automobiles ainsi que de bicyclettes.

C'est dans une petite cabane, qui servait de gite aux voleurs et dans laquelle s'entassait tout le matériel décrit, que les détectives Pat Horrigan, Oscar Tanguay, Raymond Labrie et Charles Boiteau, ont opéré la première arrestation et ont trouvé tout le butin. Les policiers ont découvert une douzaine de pneus, douze roues, des chambres à air ainsi que de nombreuses pièces de bicyclettes démontées. Il appert même que ces jours derniers, un camion assez lourdement chargé, avait laissé les lieux avec au moins une vingtaine de pneus.

Les détectives municipaux, dirigés par le chef L. Lacasse, travaillaient activement depuis quelques semaines pour dépister cette bande de voleurs, qui tout récemment encore perpétra un vol audacieux au garage Universal Auto, sur la 1ère Avenue. Les agents municipaux ont finalement été mis sur la piste des voleurs après qu'on leur eut signalé que des roues d'autos, dégarnies de leurs pneus et de leurs chambres à air avaient été trouvées cachées sous les feuilles.

Le chef de la bande, celui qui faisait le transport des pneus et des bicyclettes, est apparemment un employé d'une confiserie de cette ville. Sans en avertir son patron, il se servait de la camionnette de ce dernier pour transporter le butin. Le prévenu est âgé de 21 ans et demeure dans le quartier Limoilou. Il a été appréhendé au moment où il arrivait sur les lieux probablement pour y faire un chargement.

[marketinsight12]

A Bicycle Tires is equipment that is fitted on the wheel of a bike, wheelchair, or cycle. It is usually used to maintain the ideal suspension, to produce the exact amount of force needed the suspension needed for a break, and to take a turn or ride it smoothly. Bicycle Tires report comprises of studied and detailed analysis of the segmentation done for the Bicycle Tires market.

Global Bicycle Tires Market Report 2022-2028 | Overview and Outlook by Potential Growth | IMR

[joneslilbikers]

Strider – 12 Sport Balance Bike: The Ultimate Companion for Your Child’s First Ride

As parents, we all want the best for our children—especially when it comes to their first experiences. One of the most memorable milestones is learning to ride a bike. The Strider – 12 Sport Balance Bike is the perfect choice to make this milestone safe, fun, and confidence-boosting for your little one.

Why Choose a Balance Bike?

Before we dive into the specifics of the Strider – 12 Sport, let’s talk about why balance bikes are a game-changer. Unlike traditional bikes with training wheels, balance bikes are designed to teach children the most critical skill of biking: balance. By focusing on balance rather than pedaling, kids develop coordination and confidence at their own pace. This approach not only reduces the learning curve but also minimizes the fear of falling.

Key Features of the Strider – 12 Sport Balance Bike

The Strider – 12 Sport stands out from other balance bikes on the market. Here’s what makes it a top choice for parents and kids alike:

Lightweight and Durable Frame Weighing just 6.7 pounds, the Strider – 12 Sport is easy for kids to handle and maneuver. The steel frame is built to withstand the rough and tumble of everyday play, ensuring it lasts through all the adventures your child can dream up.

Adjustable Seat and Handlebars The bike grows with your child! With a seat height that adjusts from 11 inches to 19 inches and handlebars that can be raised or lowered, this bike is perfect for kids aged 18 months to 5 years. No need to buy a new bike every year—the Strider adapts as your child grows.

Flat-Free Tires The Strider – 12 Sport features EVA foam tires that never go flat. Say goodbye to punctures and maintenance, and hello to worry-free rides on any surface.

Comfortable and Kid-Friendly Design The padded seat and ergonomic handlebars are designed with little riders in mind. Comfort and ease of use make it an instant favorite for kids.

Footrests for Natural Balance Integrated footrests give kids a place to rest their feet once they’ve mastered balancing, mimicking the posture of riding a pedal bike. This feature helps smooth the transition to traditional bicycles.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

Lightweight and easy to maneuver for young kids.

Adjustable features allow it to grow with your child.

Maintenance-free EVA foam tires.

Durable steel frame ensures long-lasting use.

Ergonomic and comfortable design encourages longer rides.

Cons:

Higher price point compared to some competitors.

No brakes, which might concern some parents.

Limited to balance training; pedaling skills must be learned later.

Frequently Asked Questions

1. What age range is the Strider – 12 Sport suitable for? The bike is designed for kids aged 18 months to 5 years, thanks to its adjustable seat and handlebars.

2. Does the bike require assembly? Yes, minimal assembly is required. However, it is straightforward and comes with clear instructions.

3. Can my child use this bike indoors? Absolutely! The flat-free tires and lightweight design make it suitable for both indoor and outdoor use.

4. How does the Strider – 12 Sport prepare kids for pedal bikes? By focusing on balance and coordination, kids can transition to a pedal bike without training wheels more confidently and quickly.

5. Is the bike safe for toddlers? Yes, the bike is designed with safety in mind. Its lightweight frame reduces the risk of injury, and the low seat height allows toddlers to easily put their feet on the ground for stability.

Tips for Getting Started

Start on a flat surface with plenty of open space.

Adjust the seat and handlebars to fit your child’s height.

Encourage your child to walk the bike while seated, gradually progressing to gliding.

Be patient and celebrate small milestones to keep them motivated.

Final Thoughts

The Strider – 12 Sport Balance Bike isn’t just a bike; it’s a tool that fosters independence, confidence, and joy. With its thoughtful design and focus on safety, it’s no wonder this bike is a favorite among parents and kids worldwide. Whether your child is taking their very first ride or getting ready to transition to a pedal bike, the Strider – 12 Sport is the perfect companion for their journey.

So why wait? Give your child the gift of adventure and confidence with the Strider – 12 Sport Balance Bike today!

[cycologybikes]

The Rise of eBike Stores: A Growing Industry in Sustainable Transportation

eBike stores are becoming increasingly popular as more people turn to electric bicycles (eBikes) for their commuting, recreational, and fitness needs. These stores specialize in selling, servicing, and providing accessories for eBikes, catering to a diverse clientele that includes city dwellers, outdoor enthusiasts, and eco-conscious consumers. This article explores the growth of eBike stores, the products and services they offer, industry trends, and the challenges they face.

The Growth of eBike Stores

The rise of eBike stores is closely linked to the broader trend towards sustainable transportation. With concerns about climate change, urban congestion, and personal health on the rise, eBikes offer a practical and eco-friendly alternative to traditional vehicles. The global eBike market has seen substantial growth, driven by advancements in battery technology, increased urbanization, and supportive government policies promoting green transportation.

In many cities, eBike stores have become common fixtures, offering a range of products from high-performance models to affordable options for everyday use. These stores cater to a growing market of consumers who value the convenience, efficiency, and environmental benefits of eBikes.

Services Offered by eBike Stores

Accessories and Parts: These stores provide essential accessories such as helmets, locks, lights, and panniers. They also stock replacement parts like batteries, tires, and brake pads, ensuring that customers can maintain and upgrade their eBikes.

Repair and Maintenance Services: Many eBike stores have in-house service departments staffed by trained technicians who offer repairs, routine maintenance, and performance upgrades. Regular maintenance services include battery health checks, brake adjustments, and software updates for motor systems.

Test Rides and Demonstrations: To help customers choose the right eBike, stores often offer test rides and demonstrations. This allows potential buyers to experience different models and understand their features and capabilities firsthand.

Financing and Leasing Options: Recognizing that eBikes can be a significant investment, many stores provide financing plans and leasing options to make purchasing more accessible.

Industry Trends

Technological Advancements: Innovations in battery technology, motor efficiency, and smart features (such as integrated GPS and app connectivity) are driving the eBike market forward. eBike stores continually update their inventories to include the latest models with cutting-edge features.

Sustainability Focus: As environmental awareness grows, eBike stores emphasize the sustainability aspects of their products. Many promote eBikes as a way to reduce carbon footprints and lessen dependence on fossil fuels.

Customization and Personalization: There is a trend towards customizable eBikes, where customers can choose specific components and accessories to tailor their bike to their preferences. Stores often offer bespoke services to meet this demand.

Urban Mobility Solutions: eBike stores are part of a broader movement towards integrated urban mobility solutions. They collaborate with city planners and public transportation networks to create seamless, multi-modal transportation systems.

Challenges Faced by eBike Stores

High Initial Costs: The initial cost of eBikes can be a barrier for many potential customers. While long-term savings on transportation and maintenance are significant, the upfront expense can be prohibitive.

Regulatory Hurdles: eBike stores must navigate a complex regulatory landscape, with varying laws on speed limits, motor power, and where eBikes can be ridden. Keeping abreast of these regulations is crucial for compliance and customer education.

Technological Complexity: As eBikes become more technologically advanced, the need for specialized knowledge and skills among store staff increases. Training technicians and salespeople to handle complex electronic and mechanical systems is a continuous challenge.

Market Competition: The growing popularity of eBikes has attracted numerous competitors, from online retailers to large sporting goods stores. Independent eBike shops must differentiate themselves through superior customer service, product knowledge, and community engagement.

Supply Chain Issues: Like many industries, eBike stores face supply chain disruptions that can affect inventory availability and pricing. These issues require effective inventory management and strong relationships with suppliers.

ebike stores are at the forefront of a transportation revolution, offering innovative and sustainable solutions to modern mobility challenges. With a range of products and services tailored to diverse customer needs, these stores are helping to make eBikes a mainstream option for urban commuters, outdoor enthusiasts, and environmentally conscious consumers. Despite facing challenges such as high initial costs, regulatory complexities, and market competition, eBike stores continue to thrive by adapting to industry trends and prioritizing customer satisfaction. As the demand for eco-friendly transportation grows, eBike stores will play a crucial role in shaping the future of how we move.