keep pedaling. what ever happens, just pedal. pedaling moves you forward. don’t look back. pedal, pedal, pedal. keep pedaling until you think you can’t pedal any more and pedal some more.
it was a bright day when i looked down up the hot pink bicycle that was below my feet. we were whizzing through side streets, over open potholes and past whizzing birds. it was a glorious day and the wind whipped through my hair in a manner that made me look slightly insane, off-kilter in the was that I love to feel. Who understands what it is about this day, with this bicycle that give me a sensation of freedom that I’d never felt before.
This was rediculous! How, Usopp could not begin to imagine, Franky had come to the decision to put in a fifth pedal to the ship’s cannon was beyond him. He hadn’t touched the thing, because frankly he didn’t want to mess something up. But the cannon was operating–as far as he knew–below 100 percent capasity because he didn’t know what the fifth pedal was for.
It was simple, one pedal for each direction, used to aim the cannon at it’s target. And yet, there sat that damn fifth pedal, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
Usopp sat pondering the pedal for a moment more before sighing and getting up from the chair. He climbed out of the figure-head and sighed. He’d ask Franky later, but for now, there was no way he was pressing random pedals. He may be a slow learner, but he wasn’t stupid. He remembered what happened last time.
Striking the petal hard with his face, the bike fell over. Once again, John could not understand why his bicycle was not working.
Crying, he slit his wrists and wrote a poem. Later that night he hung himself and jerked off all over his diary. Dying, he realized he had feet. His last breath was as big a mistake as his birth.
the brake pedal is sticking to the floor. Are you afraid? I am not. I am happy that it will soon be over. I shall soon be surrounded by those that truly love me, and those that truly love me are rejoicing at this thought. the brake pedal is sticking to the floor. are you afraid?
“I think you’re supposed to pull the pedals off of a daisy for this kind of kiddy bullshit.”
“Those are petals, dear.”
“What? No.”
“Bikes have pedals. Musical instruments have pedals. Flowers have petals.”
“Oh, sure, the lady who talks all flowery knows all about flowers.”
“It’s called elocution, a T is not a D, you should learn it.”
“Go pull a pedal off a bike, you heartsick loon.”
the pedals on my bike were rusty as I sliced through the cool air on my way downtown. i had strapped a package to the back of my bike on that rack that amanda got me that never really worked. it would slide side to side when i turned, and just made me kind of nervous. especially with this package on the back…
the brake pedal is broken. we may just die. is this bad or what i wanted all along? How could I live without him? I hope his brake pedal is disconnected as well. the pedal is stuck to the floor of our car. please stop crying. this isn’t that bad. rejoice we’re going home.
i thought at first that this was the petal of a flower, but now i know that this is indeed the pedal of a bike. children ride bikes, usually using training wheels first. pedals able the bike to move, by rotating
Pedal, The only thing i think now is to fix a pedal for my veena…and th guy tells me he cant get a decent pick up!!…how screwed up…my 25 yr old darling and a zoom pedal!….
we’ll go beserk on stage…
dats be the day!
pedal. bike pedal, gas pedal. who doesn’t like to go fast? pedal harder, you’ll go faster! feel the wind in your hair and on your face, love the day! well….as long as its a hot day out.
looking at a lilly, beautiful roses and little pedals falling in the grass. pedal faster to run from the monsters who bully you. pedal to feel the air flow through your hair, nothing is better than feel a smack in the face of the purest feeling you’ll ever find
I want to put my foot on a pedal beacuse thats what pedals are made for. Tha way I can fulfill the pedals destiny. The blond girl riding that bycicle was so pretty!
a pedal is that thing that you propel your bike with using your foot. it’s different than a “petal: which is like a “leaf” of a flower. i think pedal can also mean to sell stuff, like in that kid’s book with hats.
a pedal is the thing that you move your bike with using your foot. i think if uyou go door to door selling stuff that’s what it’s called too. like the picture book where the guy sold hats. i don’t remember the title
the pedal on a bike. you tread and you tread and you tread, to get somewhere. to go somewhere in life, to someone you love, or maybe to do something you love. maybe what you love IS what you’re doing – bicycling. the pedal.
If there were any other way to find out, I wouldn’t have been picking pedals from the rose in my hand. As I slowly picked the pedals off, I realized that the odd number of pedals led to the opposite of what I would have wanted. I dropped the flower and walked away.
metal on my toes and knowing that if i fall it will hurt but going faster and faster and finally forgetting the possibility of pain and blood getting to the goal, the mail box which is the boundary of my freedom at 5 years old.
Once a pedal fell off of my bike. I cried and threw it in the air. It landed on my neighbors dogs’ head. He barked at me as I got back on my bike, pedaling down the street with one foot slipping off the right side. Then my jeans got caught in the chain.
A bicyle, something that requires kinetic force to function. A car, im reminded of a car because on all those american sitcoms they say the “gas pedal” i also think or learning to ride a bike which i only managed recently (and im 19!) I remember falling off numerous times but being the very pinnacle of happy when i finally mastered it. I also think of pedaling money? I’m sure that’s a term i’ve heard somewhere, i think it’s counterfeiting or something along those lines.
The bike was bright red. I had dreamed of owning a bike for a long time. We had a wagon that we would go barreling down the hill. The crashes were sometimes a lot more fun than the ride. But now with the bike I would be able to careen down the hill with fineese and grace.
The pedal is one weird object that makes a wheel go rolling. Everyone is a pedal of his or her own wheels we keep ita at steady motion and sometimes it’s affected by vatious factors
something on a bike. i use it to move the bike as fast as i can. i really don’t have anything else about it and it’s just weird that i have to write about this thing.
let’s drive and go for a walk I love to bike! LIVESTRONG!!! B) I wanna be part of the Tour de France[I have no idea how to spell it] P-E-D-A-L!!! this reminds me of the campfire song. WHIPEE!!! :))
pedal is a pedal on a bike. pedal means movement and movement equals travel. travel equals happiness and happiness equals me back in Arizona drinking mountain dew and eating my bodyweight in mexican food. therefore, pedals are good.
pedaling back and forth i feel like i’m doing that a lot
can you help me with this stupid indecision?
i need to talk but then i can’t
i can’t i can’t i can’t
i can’t do this
pedal with me please.
I remember the rose that he gave to me. How it glistened in the light. how each pedal told our story, and how it withered and died
hmmm pedal i dont know anything about it
keep pedaling. what ever happens, just pedal. pedaling moves you forward. don’t look back. pedal, pedal, pedal. keep pedaling until you think you can’t pedal any more and pedal some more.
it was a bright day when i looked down up the hot pink bicycle that was below my feet. we were whizzing through side streets, over open potholes and past whizzing birds. it was a glorious day and the wind whipped through my hair in a manner that made me look slightly insane, off-kilter in the was that I love to feel. Who understands what it is about this day, with this bicycle that give me a sensation of freedom that I’d never felt before.
This was rediculous! How, Usopp could not begin to imagine, Franky had come to the decision to put in a fifth pedal to the ship’s cannon was beyond him. He hadn’t touched the thing, because frankly he didn’t want to mess something up. But the cannon was operating–as far as he knew–below 100 percent capasity because he didn’t know what the fifth pedal was for.
It was simple, one pedal for each direction, used to aim the cannon at it’s target. And yet, there sat that damn fifth pedal, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
Usopp sat pondering the pedal for a moment more before sighing and getting up from the chair. He climbed out of the figure-head and sighed. He’d ask Franky later, but for now, there was no way he was pressing random pedals. He may be a slow learner, but he wasn’t stupid. He remembered what happened last time.
Striking the petal hard with his face, the bike fell over. Once again, John could not understand why his bicycle was not working.
Crying, he slit his wrists and wrote a poem. Later that night he hung himself and jerked off all over his diary. Dying, he realized he had feet. His last breath was as big a mistake as his birth.
pedal
hello
the brake pedal is sticking to the floor. Are you afraid? I am not. I am happy that it will soon be over. I shall soon be surrounded by those that truly love me, and those that truly love me are rejoicing at this thought. the brake pedal is sticking to the floor. are you afraid?
“I think you’re supposed to pull the pedals off of a daisy for this kind of kiddy bullshit.”
“Those are petals, dear.”
“What? No.”
“Bikes have pedals. Musical instruments have pedals. Flowers have petals.”
“Oh, sure, the lady who talks all flowery knows all about flowers.”
“It’s called elocution, a T is not a D, you should learn it.”
“Go pull a pedal off a bike, you heartsick loon.”
the pedals on my bike were rusty as I sliced through the cool air on my way downtown. i had strapped a package to the back of my bike on that rack that amanda got me that never really worked. it would slide side to side when i turned, and just made me kind of nervous. especially with this package on the back…
the brake pedal is broken. we may just die. is this bad or what i wanted all along? How could I live without him? I hope his brake pedal is disconnected as well. the pedal is stuck to the floor of our car. please stop crying. this isn’t that bad. rejoice we’re going home.
diamonds shining across the cyan sky.
what is a pedal? A pedal is an object that can…and you know…will….yeah
i thought at first that this was the petal of a flower, but now i know that this is indeed the pedal of a bike. children ride bikes, usually using training wheels first. pedals able the bike to move, by rotating
Pedal, The only thing i think now is to fix a pedal for my veena…and th guy tells me he cant get a decent pick up!!…how screwed up…my 25 yr old darling and a zoom pedal!….
we’ll go beserk on stage…
dats be the day!
pedal. bike pedal, gas pedal. who doesn’t like to go fast? pedal harder, you’ll go faster! feel the wind in your hair and on your face, love the day! well….as long as its a hot day out.
pluck these pretty piece of me
off one by one; need by need.
wear me down slow, work me in quick.
don’t let any body know about it.
disappointments turn into doubts
and i think that now i’ve figured it out:
swear yourself to secrecy
but the bottom line is that
you might just be
… embarrassed to be seen with me.
looking at a lilly, beautiful roses and little pedals falling in the grass. pedal faster to run from the monsters who bully you. pedal to feel the air flow through your hair, nothing is better than feel a smack in the face of the purest feeling you’ll ever find
I want to put my foot on a pedal beacuse thats what pedals are made for. Tha way I can fulfill the pedals destiny. The blond girl riding that bycicle was so pretty!
a pedal is that thing that you propel your bike with using your foot. it’s different than a “petal: which is like a “leaf” of a flower. i think pedal can also mean to sell stuff, like in that kid’s book with hats.
a pedal is the thing that you move your bike with using your foot. i think if uyou go door to door selling stuff that’s what it’s called too. like the picture book where the guy sold hats. i don’t remember the title
the pedal on a bike. you tread and you tread and you tread, to get somewhere. to go somewhere in life, to someone you love, or maybe to do something you love. maybe what you love IS what you’re doing – bicycling. the pedal.
If there were any other way to find out, I wouldn’t have been picking pedals from the rose in my hand. As I slowly picked the pedals off, I realized that the odd number of pedals led to the opposite of what I would have wanted. I dropped the flower and walked away.
metal on my toes and knowing that if i fall it will hurt but going faster and faster and finally forgetting the possibility of pain and blood getting to the goal, the mail box which is the boundary of my freedom at 5 years old.
you have 1 on a bike so you can ride it
no idea about it,hmm
Once a pedal fell off of my bike. I cried and threw it in the air. It landed on my neighbors dogs’ head. He barked at me as I got back on my bike, pedaling down the street with one foot slipping off the right side. Then my jeans got caught in the chain.
A bicyle, something that requires kinetic force to function. A car, im reminded of a car because on all those american sitcoms they say the “gas pedal” i also think or learning to ride a bike which i only managed recently (and im 19!) I remember falling off numerous times but being the very pinnacle of happy when i finally mastered it. I also think of pedaling money? I’m sure that’s a term i’ve heard somewhere, i think it’s counterfeiting or something along those lines.
The bike was bright red. I had dreamed of owning a bike for a long time. We had a wagon that we would go barreling down the hill. The crashes were sometimes a lot more fun than the ride. But now with the bike I would be able to careen down the hill with fineese and grace.
The pedal is one weird object that makes a wheel go rolling. Everyone is a pedal of his or her own wheels we keep ita at steady motion and sometimes it’s affected by vatious factors
something on a bike. i use it to move the bike as fast as i can. i really don’t have anything else about it and it’s just weird that i have to write about this thing.
pedals of all sorts. some create noises. some propel you forward. most definitely my least favorite word.
a pedal is something you push, a pedal on a bike, a gas pedal, you push the pedals.
bike freak pedal to the metal gas accererate brake go stop clutch gear lol broken snap foot guitar wah ah whammy distortion.
bicycle pedal. i want to pedal it.
let’s drive and go for a walk I love to bike! LIVESTRONG!!! B) I wanna be part of the Tour de France[I have no idea how to spell it] P-E-D-A-L!!! this reminds me of the campfire song. WHIPEE!!! :))
ride ride ride the peter pan dream is near liberty, freedom, car-crash
flowers, strings, zigarettes -my bike is myself
pedal is a pedal on a bike. pedal means movement and movement equals travel. travel equals happiness and happiness equals me back in Arizona drinking mountain dew and eating my bodyweight in mexican food. therefore, pedals are good.
pedaling back and forth i feel like i’m doing that a lot
can you help me with this stupid indecision?
i need to talk but then i can’t
i can’t i can’t i can’t
i can’t do this
pedal with me please.
the pedal on my bike snapped today, i fell off, everone saw, was awful. i grazed my knee and went to hospital :(