My bicycle disappeared into thin air.

This bicycle is mine.

You can use my bicycle.

He found my bike.

This bicycle is mine.

Here is my bicycle.

My bicycle needs fixing.

I had my brother repair my bicycle.

I had my brother repair my bicycle.

The bicycle by the door is mine.

I whistled on my bike. I whistled everywhere.

Connecting to her village, I had to cycle about 20 km with my recorder and notebook.

And when I'm on my bike, I feel that I connect with the profound beauty of Israel, and I feel that I'm united with this country's history and biblical law.

Recently, one of my graduate students, Tom said, Kim, I've decided to wear a bike helmet on my way to class.

I wore a sanitary pad. I filled animal blood in a football bottle, I tied it up here, there is a tube going into my panties, while I'm walking, while I'm cycling, I made a press, doses of blood will go there.

But at the other hand, a couple of years ago I gave up all of my possessions, sold all my technology except for a bicycle and rode across 3,000 miles on the U.S. back roads under the power of my one body, fuelled mostly by Twinkies and junk food.

Now, this is not going to impress you guys who Photoshop, and can do stuff, but this was an actual moment when I got off my bike, and I looked and I thought, it's as if all of my biker brethren had kind of gotten together and conspired to make a little statement.