Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance you must keep moving.
~ Albert Einstein, letter to his son Eduard, 1930
Toleration is the greatest gift of the mind; it requires the same effort of the brain that it takes to balance oneself on a bicycle.
Nothing compares to the simple pleasure of riding a bike.
~ John F. Kennedy 35th President of the United States
"When my legs hurt, I say: "Shut up legs! Do what I tell you to do!"
~ Jens Voigt
It does no violence to our normal reactions: It does not pretend to free us from our normal environment.
~J.B. Jackson
The bicycle is the perfect transducer to match man's metabolic energy to the impedance of locomotion. Equipped with this tool, man outstrips the efficiency of not only all machines but all other animals as well.
~Ivan Illich, Energy and Equity, 1974
The bicycle is a curious vehicle. Its passenger is its engine.
~John Howard
The bicycle is a former child's toy that has now been elevated to icon status because, presumably, it can move the human form from pillar to post without damage to the environment.
~Brock Yates
~Mark Twain, "Taming the Bicycle"
After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.
~H.G. Wells, The Wheels of Chance
Things look different from the seat of a bike .
~Jim Malusa
If you ride you know those moments when you have fed yourself into the traffic, felt the hashed-up asphalt rattle in the handlebars, held a lungful of air in a cloud of exhaust. Up ahead there are two parallel buses. With cat's whiskers, you measure the clearance down a doubtful alley. You swing wide, outflank that flower truck. The cross-street yellow light is turning red. You burst off the green like a surfer on a wave of metal. You have a hundred empty yards of Broadway to yourself.
~Chip Brown, "A Bike and a Prayer"
I thought about evening when
the boys wash up,
sing, eat, raise a cup
of wine in honor of love
and life,
and waiting at the door
the bicycle
stilled...
~Pablo Neruda