i gripped the handlebars of my 97′ schwinn cruiser. the ace of spades hummed between the spokes as i ran from the wind. i may not know much but i do know this. freedom feels a lot like flying on twin tires.
The monkeys look above, and think “this is us, we came from this absolute behemoth.” After the monkeys absolutely ravaged the handlebars, there was a complete silence. No more monkeys.
I remember those late August nights. The temperature was perfect, and we often went for late bike rides. He would cart me around town on his handlebars, and it was on top of those handlebars when I realized I love your father.
Pull ups, is what comes to mind when I think of handlebars, doing as many as I can. Also there’s handlebars that are at the playground, so I can imagine climbing on that as well. I can see Olympic athletes when they practice or compete, how they use the and handlebars to hold themselves.
Remind me of mustaches on circus strongmen and motorcycles. Perhaps also of masculine energy and my father. Chrome, feeling, flying and freedom are parts of the open road, and the handlebars are the ships wheel for flying in the face of fate.
The thing is, it was holding onto the handlebars that was my mistake. When you’re careering down a hill out of control, and you can hear the chain whirring and the pedals are flying too fast to keep your feet on them, the last thing you think you should do is to let go of the handlebars, and I didn’t. My grip was white-knuckled, even as I failed to steer. If I had let go, my arms probably wouldn’t have broken, but I didn’t let go.
handle bars signature series powder blue huffy with the fat ass bike seat and banana handle bars that looked more like fat ladies silohette. handlebars
handlebars, I ride my bike. I get on and ride until I can’t, until my fingers bleed or until I fall. But none of that happens, so I hold onto those handlebars until I decide it’s been to far. But it still doesn’t stop, so I keep going, until the end, the end of forever.
It was surreal to finally not just understand what she must have been going through when we met, but to experience it for myself. When she first told me about her state mind at the time I understood what she meant, but I did not understand how it felt.
I had imagined the lack of fear and the perpetual numbness to at least be liberating to a certain degree. To give the sensation that any decision was as equally inconsequential as the next, but now I know for myself. The desire to just close my eyes, let go of the handlebars and let the road send me where it wants too, even that means flying into a ravine. Anything to be free from the path I put myself on without truly looking ahead.
It isn’t liberating though, it is a dark and lonely experience, and one that I am all too aware puts more than just me at risk. Even as I write this I know that I am not emotionally capable of restraint. I would sooner burn my life to the ground than live another moment in the bed I have made for myself. I have no idea what it will take to fix me, but I have to find out soon.
Handle bar are necessary for your life
She told “Pull yourself up with your handle bars and make your life special”.
I told her, “I don’t have handle bars.
She glared at me, “When life throws you stupid people give them handle bars”.
“Yeah”, I said “But who are stupid people”?
“You”.
He’s doing his best to lift himself up. Three more, two more.. “eugh” said Jonas. After trying to do 10 pull-ups, he’d been unable to finish his set, a set which was merely half of how he used to do in college.
“I’ve fallen this low” said the unemployed lad. How can I let myself depreciate this far?
Handlebars, like what kind? Bicycle, door? Doors don’t even have handlebars. Actually I don’t even care about handlebars, I’m having a shit day at work. Handlebars…
She sat on the handlebars as they sped downhill, the wind in her hair and the smell of summer. It was reckless abandon. It was freedom she had never had.
She went head over heels over the handlebars. Those new breaks were a danger, now, that she was used to the old ones which responded rather reluctantly. Thankfull she had managed to land in the grass at the side of the road.
a mustachioed malcontent
a brooklyn eyed intolerance
where is the smile you had
why don’t you forget the sad
waxy thin musk of oil
pockmarked dreams toiled trouble
your handlebars are horrible
your scandal scars are laughable
the handlebars head marks–ones that you could see–visible only to the eyes that were looking for the them. they were stained–grey– faded. she had been theough enough for it to wear off.
“I can ride a bike with no handlebars…no handlebars…no handlebars…” She kept singing it over and over as she spun her mountain bike across the pavement, her voice nasal yet bright.
I recognized the song she was singing but couldn’t remember who had sung it originally. So I just watched her do her tricks until the sun went down and we started craving fresh churros at the local supermarket.
handlebars are used to control yourself on certain things like qauds snowmobiles motor bikes or mainly bycicles. handlebars are simply two bars going either direction from the base.
She pulled back, trying to emulate the wheelies that she had seen the older boys in the neighborhood do. She got only about an inch off the ground before she panicked and set the bike back down squarely on the pavement.
She kept moving. Forward, always.
She pulled back, trying to emulate the wheelies that she had seen the older boys in the neighborhood do. She got only about an inch off the ground before she panicked and set the bike back down squarely on the pavement.
She kept moving.
So he was biking, 11 years old, going fast, hit a rut, flew over the handlebars, landed smack on his head, it was before the days of “you must wear a helmet,” and died on the spot. His father handle barred his death by claiming he was immediately in touch with the boy afterward, that the boy told him he was happy in his afterlife, all was good. I’ve known others with equally horrible stories. I used to love to bike but I don’t anymore. Pardon the bleakness but anything that moves is a lethal danger. Including humans.
As i struck the rock, I felt myself launch over the handlebars. In the few moments I was airborne, I won’t lie, even knowing I was going to come to a smashing fall, a bloody, scarring, catastrophic disastrous landing–I still felt so free zooming through the air.
Handlebars, very interesting things. Some lead to happy, fun places, others lead to scary, nasty places. What happy places have your handlebars led you too?
i can ride my bike with no handlebars no handlebars.
that’s all i can think.
what else are they on that isn’t a bike ?
not a unicylce no not a unicylce.
what a great time to be alivee.
look at me a famous asshole.
whattttt am i saying rn
i gripped the handlebars of my 97′ schwinn cruiser. the ace of spades hummed between the spokes as i ran from the wind. i may not know much but i do know this. freedom feels a lot like flying on twin tires.
The monkeys look above, and think “this is us, we came from this absolute behemoth.” After the monkeys absolutely ravaged the handlebars, there was a complete silence. No more monkeys.
shiny, glistening silver
reflecting the world of possibilities in front of her
pink and white streamers bobbing acknowledging her past
sweet innocence
I remember those late August nights. The temperature was perfect, and we often went for late bike rides. He would cart me around town on his handlebars, and it was on top of those handlebars when I realized I love your father.
Pull ups, is what comes to mind when I think of handlebars, doing as many as I can. Also there’s handlebars that are at the playground, so I can imagine climbing on that as well. I can see Olympic athletes when they practice or compete, how they use the and handlebars to hold themselves.
Remind me of mustaches on circus strongmen and motorcycles. Perhaps also of masculine energy and my father. Chrome, feeling, flying and freedom are parts of the open road, and the handlebars are the ships wheel for flying in the face of fate.
The thing is, it was holding onto the handlebars that was my mistake. When you’re careering down a hill out of control, and you can hear the chain whirring and the pedals are flying too fast to keep your feet on them, the last thing you think you should do is to let go of the handlebars, and I didn’t. My grip was white-knuckled, even as I failed to steer. If I had let go, my arms probably wouldn’t have broken, but I didn’t let go.
using in the bicicle. We need to put our hands and there is some colors. It is a litte object.
handle bars signature series powder blue huffy with the fat ass bike seat and banana handle bars that looked more like fat ladies silohette. handlebars
Handlebars a needed item for just about anything.
For example, bikes, and jungle gyms
handlebars, I ride my bike. I get on and ride until I can’t, until my fingers bleed or until I fall. But none of that happens, so I hold onto those handlebars until I decide it’s been to far. But it still doesn’t stop, so I keep going, until the end, the end of forever.
when i was young, i fell of my bike and i saw that my handlebar was in may hand but i wasn’t on the bike, i broke it
It was surreal to finally not just understand what she must have been going through when we met, but to experience it for myself. When she first told me about her state mind at the time I understood what she meant, but I did not understand how it felt.
I had imagined the lack of fear and the perpetual numbness to at least be liberating to a certain degree. To give the sensation that any decision was as equally inconsequential as the next, but now I know for myself. The desire to just close my eyes, let go of the handlebars and let the road send me where it wants too, even that means flying into a ravine. Anything to be free from the path I put myself on without truly looking ahead.
It isn’t liberating though, it is a dark and lonely experience, and one that I am all too aware puts more than just me at risk. Even as I write this I know that I am not emotionally capable of restraint. I would sooner burn my life to the ground than live another moment in the bed I have made for myself. I have no idea what it will take to fix me, but I have to find out soon.
Handle bar are necessary for your life
She told “Pull yourself up with your handle bars and make your life special”.
I told her, “I don’t have handle bars.
She glared at me, “When life throws you stupid people give them handle bars”.
“Yeah”, I said “But who are stupid people”?
“You”.
He’s doing his best to lift himself up. Three more, two more.. “eugh” said Jonas. After trying to do 10 pull-ups, he’d been unable to finish his set, a set which was merely half of how he used to do in college.
“I’ve fallen this low” said the unemployed lad. How can I let myself depreciate this far?
Handlebars, like what kind? Bicycle, door? Doors don’t even have handlebars. Actually I don’t even care about handlebars, I’m having a shit day at work. Handlebars…
She sat on the handlebars as they sped downhill, the wind in her hair and the smell of summer. It was reckless abandon. It was freedom she had never had.
´It is gripping me more than I it´, said the new arrirval.
´ What is?´, I asked.
´ The handlebars´, the new arrival replied.
She went head over heels over the handlebars. Those new breaks were a danger, now, that she was used to the old ones which responded rather reluctantly. Thankfull she had managed to land in the grass at the side of the road.
He held onto the handlebars of the bike, peddling quickly out of sight of the trio of uniformed officers searching for him.
a bar of metel that can kill you if you are not carful and are used in many ways. there are used on bikes to help a person from falling off.
a mustachioed malcontent
a brooklyn eyed intolerance
where is the smile you had
why don’t you forget the sad
waxy thin musk of oil
pockmarked dreams toiled trouble
your handlebars are horrible
your scandal scars are laughable
the handlebars head marks–ones that you could see–visible only to the eyes that were looking for the them. they were stained–grey– faded. she had been theough enough for it to wear off.
“I can ride a bike with no handlebars…no handlebars…no handlebars…” She kept singing it over and over as she spun her mountain bike across the pavement, her voice nasal yet bright.
I recognized the song she was singing but couldn’t remember who had sung it originally. So I just watched her do her tricks until the sun went down and we started craving fresh churros at the local supermarket.
handlebars are used to control yourself on certain things like qauds snowmobiles motor bikes or mainly bycicles. handlebars are simply two bars going either direction from the base.
handlebars are on bikes to turn. some have grips on it so if your hands get sweaty your hands wont slip
She pulled back, trying to emulate the wheelies that she had seen the older boys in the neighborhood do. She got only about an inch off the ground before she panicked and set the bike back down squarely on the pavement.
She kept moving. Forward, always.
She pulled back, trying to emulate the wheelies that she had seen the older boys in the neighborhood do. She got only about an inch off the ground before she panicked and set the bike back down squarely on the pavement.
She kept moving.
So he was biking, 11 years old, going fast, hit a rut, flew over the handlebars, landed smack on his head, it was before the days of “you must wear a helmet,” and died on the spot. His father handle barred his death by claiming he was immediately in touch with the boy afterward, that the boy told him he was happy in his afterlife, all was good. I’ve known others with equally horrible stories. I used to love to bike but I don’t anymore. Pardon the bleakness but anything that moves is a lethal danger. Including humans.
As i struck the rock, I felt myself launch over the handlebars. In the few moments I was airborne, I won’t lie, even knowing I was going to come to a smashing fall, a bloody, scarring, catastrophic disastrous landing–I still felt so free zooming through the air.
Need of day to day. Effective when present. Comfortable for its presence.
i use handlebars for my bike, imagine there was no such thing as handlebars we would be doomed, what would elders think
I quickly grabbed a handlebar before I could fall on the ground. But I could not reach it.
Handlebars, very interesting things. Some lead to happy, fun places, others lead to scary, nasty places. What happy places have your handlebars led you too?
Handle bars are a usual at places like playgrounds, gyms, and pull up bars.
though you need some strength to master them.
Handle bars
A even shorter story
I rode my bike with handle bars
I went on a bike ride
The end
i can ride my bike with no handlebars no handlebars.
that’s all i can think.
what else are they on that isn’t a bike ?
not a unicylce no not a unicylce.
what a great time to be alivee.
look at me a famous asshole.
whattttt am i saying rn