#ride bicycle

[dimalink]

Bicycle, memory – get on a bike and go, first time after a 10 years!

17 of June I have a photos about a bicycle ride. According to some thoughts, it is my very first such a try to start with bicycle. It is event memory. And there are photos. I move along the forest. About a calm and silent road.

And, because of it was a very first time, when I ride with bicycle. And, that’s why, I want to memory, it as a standalone! And, also, I show a photos. Forest. Around. What a forest. It is so fairytale and big. Trees - are so big giants. And fluffy, green. Just wow! Beautiful! And like a fairytale!

And something new. At the very first time, I try to ride with bicycle. About after a 10 years of pause. Countryside – gives new ability. Expanse horizons. To get on a bike – and go, move. I select a road along the forest. I make a pauses.

It was a first such a ride. Very about a put it into memory. Maybe, it takes 20-30 mins. With taking a pause and have a rest. And just to stop and observe a forest look. To make a several photos.

What a big tree! What a lake! Everything has grown up! Something I, already, show. So, a little bridge to the forest. And everything – it is so green. In this day, it was such a light grey sky. Just like after the little rain, it looks like. But, it was warm. I remember that. Interesting type of weather. For diversity. And, mainly, it was sun and sun, everyday sun. Yes, anyway, when sun it is most cool, thing! But plants also need some little raining, too.

So, this was a day after the little raining. Just one of those days. Light grey sky. Warm. First time I start with a bicycle, I get on a bike! And, first thing, I made - I start to feel tired! Because of more than a 10 years, I never ride a bicycle. Everything is in pain.

Legs, knees, hands, it is some a very good load! It was like that in the first time – unforgettable feeling! Even more to say – I do not expect that.

I think  - it is easy to get on a bike and go! It is so casual. When it was a childhood, I ride with bicycle a lot, as a teenager, I ride a lot everywhere! So, it is not so easy. But, thing is in tech. So, I ride all summer long, from time to time! And, I am not tired like that, by now!

Moment of being tired - it is a standalone moment! And, so, some little stones. Through them - it is growing some little grass. I walked a little here and there. Observe a landscape. What is around here! Such a big tree. Because of it has a little of leaves, almost without them – it looks so big and dark a little! What a tree.

So, here it is a pond, which has grown up! Cool place! It has lots of water. Dark color. As a tea! Especially, when you are tired after the bicycle. So, it is idea to drink a tea.

So, this is a little bridge to the forest. So, it is interesting idea, to walk into the forest, some day! It is growing lots of different grass. This is a burdock plant. Different grass. High and not high. So, sometimes, a little flowers happens. It is interesting to look at these green things to look at! Trees – because of it is a forest around! And there - there are a things to look at!

It was a good ride! At the countryside! And with a bicycle too! So, it is such a first memory moment! I want to write about it a lot! And, now, I am more brave with bicycle, and I ride with my bicycle Movix!

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Richard Armitage as Thorin Oakenshield

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i have nothing against public nudity movements (performances?) like the world naked bike ride or w/e from an ideological standpoint, but its so deeply upsetting to me on a physical sensory level, like. you got your pussy out? where there's BUGS? and POLLEN?

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Today’s my birthday so I’m drawing Morgott in my favorite scenario (summer and sunflowers)

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in your arms tonight

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... ride with me ...

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[adventuresofalgy]

Algy had never seen a bicycle before, so he was naturally intrigued when his assistant obtained one and started cycling around the local landscape.

A fluffy bird, of course, does not need a machine to get from one place to another, so when his assistant next set out on her bike, Algy flew along above her, to keep an eye, and to try to observe how the strange contraption worked.

Algy had had no intention of being involved with any kind of machine, but when his assistant paused at a passing place on the road, in order to take some photos, he found that in fact he was consumed with a longing to try it for himself, and so he asked whether he could please try riding the bicycle, believing, like Mulga Bill, that he would "ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight". Posing proudly for the obligatory "first time on a bicycle" photograph, Algy then commenced to set off along the road…

But, just like Mulga Bill, he found that when:

He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek.

However, Mulga Bill was of course not a fluffy bird, and there Algy had the advantage, because when the bike ran away with him he simply leaped into the air and flew back to his assistant to apologise.

Retrieving the bike from the bushes, she recited the whole poem for Algy's benefit, and advised him to stick to flying in the future 😀

'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that caught the cycling craze; He turned away the good old horse that served him many days; He dressed himself in cycling clothes, resplendent to be seen; He hurried off to town and bought a shining new machine; And as he wheeled it through the door, with air of lordly pride, The grinning shop assistant said, "Excuse me, can you ride?" "See here, young man," said Mulga Bill, "from Walgett to the sea, From Conroy's Gap to Castlereagh, there's none can ride like me. I'm good all round at everything, as everybody knows, Although I'm not the one to talk - I hate a man that blows. But riding is my special gift, my chiefest, sole delight; Just ask a wild duck can it swim, a wildcat can it fight. There's nothing clothed in hair or hide, or built of flesh or steel, There's nothing walks or jumps, or runs, on axle, hoof, or wheel, But what I'll sit, while hide will hold and girths and straps are tight: I'll ride this here two-wheeled concern right straight away at sight." 'Twas Mulga Bill, from Eaglehawk, that sought his own abode, That perched above the Dead Man's Creek, beside the mountain road. He turned the cycle down the hill and mounted for the fray, But ere he'd gone a dozen yards it bolted clean away. It left the track, and through the trees, just like a silver streak, It whistled down the awful slope towards the Dead Man's Creek. It shaved a stump by half an inch, it dodged a big white-box: The very wallaroos in fright went scrambling up the rocks, The wombats hiding in their caves dug deeper underground, As Mulga Bill, as white as chalk, sat tight to every bound. It struck a stone and gave a spring that cleared a fallen tree, It raced beside a precipice as close as close could be; And then as Mulga Bill let out one last despairing shriek It made a leap of twenty feet into the Dead Man's Creek. 'Twas Mulga Bill from Eaglehawk, that slowly swam ashore: He said, "I've had some narrer shaves and lively rides before; I've rode a wild bull round a yard to win a five-pound bet, But this was the most awful ride that I've encountered yet. I'll give that two-wheeled outlaw best; It's shaken all my nerve To feel it whistle through the air and plunge and buck and swerve. It's safe at rest in Dead Man's Creek, we'll leave it lying still; A horse's back is good enough henceforth for Mulga Bill."

[Algy's assistant is reciting the poem Mulga Bill's Bicycle by the late 19th/early 20th century Australian bush poet Andrew Barton "Banjo" Paterson.]

If you would like to see more photos (without Algy) from Algy's assistant's cycling adventures, please visit her sideblog @photocyclelog

[blondebrainpowered]

Women on bicycles, 1940s

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not commenting on that post about the AIDS retroviral injection directly but people here (again) don't totally understand the staggering cost of R&D for any medicine that successfully makes it to market, nor that there are government programs and programs run by the manufacturers themselves that will cover the cost of these drugs and ensure that the companies that produce them don't all go, you know, bankrupt

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[hexcurors]

Of Harry’s children, Albus is the one most interested and involved in the Muggle world. James doesn’t even know how to send an email, and Lily only listens to wizarding bands. Meanwhile, Albus loves going to the cinema to watch questionable low-budget slasher films (he drags Scorpius along—on their first time, Scorpius went pale and threw up in the theatre). Now Scorpius is more used to it, and it’s become a tradition for them—they laugh out loud while watching.

They always pick a different street food style to try.

He loves riding a bicycle as much as he hates flying on a broom. Albus also enjoys going to pubs with live music—he likes the thrill of flirting with both boys and girls. He’s even made a few friends to go out with every now and then. Sometimes, they have game and pizza nights in someone’s tiny apartment, and Albus laughs so much his face hurts.

This part of his life is a secret he loves and guards carefully.

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[songsaa]

There’s a storage room full of Benny capsules incase he dies trust

Forgot to mention, thanks for a 100 (and 1) followers 😼‼️