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I can only go one way. I've not got a reverse gear.
God I hear you giving me an earfull but I'm gonna cruise in 5th gear until I'm near you.
Here they come, a tilting! Five hundred mailed and belted knights on bicycles!
Think of the fears, hit 3rd gear no point in looking back in the rear view mirror.
Never has your Buick / found this forward a gear.
The spring on a wound watch gets steadily looser, the torque grows closer and closer to zero, until he gears stop altogether and the hands come to rest at a set position. Silence descends. Isn't that all it is?
You can always add something to a bike, but you come to a point where you can't take anything away and that's a fixed gear bike
The wheels of progress; sooner or later they took you back to where you started from.
The half minute which we daily devote to the winding-up of our watches is an exertion of labour almost insensible; yet, by the aid of a few wheels, its effect is spread over the whole twenty-four hours.
Ordinary eternal machinery, like the grinding of the stars
A turbo: exhaust gasses go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.
speed understander,
I'm a huge NASCAR fan, but I'm not a gearhead. I've never been into fixing cars. It's not because I don't like it. I would love to know more. It's just my dad never taught me that stuff because my dad wasn't a mechanic.
If I were to imagine myself as an idler wheel inside some big mix of gears, then I would be connected to everything. It's not like there's just me and then nothing.
Her silent course advance With inoffensive pace, that spinning sleeps On her soft axle.
Yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah-da, yah, carburetor, gear ratio, compression, yah-da-yah, piston, plugs, intake, yah-da-yah, on and on and on. That is the romantic face of the classic mode.
Chains
chains that hold me to the ground
chains that keep me solidly bound
chains that tether my heart to you
chains that only one truth ...
Chelsea look like they've got a couple more gears left in the locker.
Move fast and break things.
Fast cars are my only vice.
Sometimes the best gear for a climb is a good excuse.
Christ set my chains free.
We were all of us cogs in a great machine which sometimes rolled forward, nobody knew where, sometimes backwards, nobody knew why.
It is therefore necessary to prepare the imminent and inevitable identification of man with the motor, facilitating and perfecting an incessant exchange of intuition, rhythm, instinct and metallic discipline, quite utterly unknown to the majority of humanity and only divined by the most lucid mind.
A running machine, that glides over mud, crud and goop.
I am adrenaline slammed into inertia: a fast car stuck in traffic.
Through machinery, man can exert tremendous powers almost as fantastic as if he were the hero of a fairy tale. Through machinery, man can travel with an ever increasing velocity; he can fly through the air and go beneath the surface of the ocean.
Speed is the cushion of sloppiness.
One day you're racing about the business of life, harried but vital, a part of its machinery. Then gradually but inexorably you are left out, until one day you find the machinery tearing along without you - and nobody even notices.
I had always realized it was desirable to gear down the jet.
There is no object so soft but it makes a hub for the wheeled universe.
political wheels. "I
heavy bonecrushing armor-smashing blades.
Isn't it better to triumph by the strength of your muscles than by the artifice of a derailleur?
What makes the engine go?
Desire, desire, desire.
The wren goes to't
Swerve me? The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails, whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!
Among the mighty store of wonderful chains that are for ever forging, day and night, in the cast iron-works of time and circumstance, there was one chain forged in the moment of that small conclusion, riveted to the foundations of heaven and earth, and gifted with invincible force to hold and drag.
When the machine grinds to a halt, the cogs themselves begin wondering about their function.
Eternally revolving wheel of avidity and suffering;
Why on earth would you buy a car like this if you can't drive a stick? There are dozens of cars
new cars
that have automatic transmission. It'd be a million times easier."
Adrian shrugged. "I like the color. It matches my living room.
Machinery is the subconscious mind of the world.
In 'Hokey Pokey,' bikes are kind of more than bikes alone. They become mustangs; they become creatures that rip up the dust as they gallop across the Great Plains.
The wheel of a man's life. No mercy. No pity.
How much fast you are, so much you are crafty.
... but what do slow and fast matter any more?
The armored cars of dreams, contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.
I know what it's like to go very fast on motorcycles. Those moments, they stay with you.
Memory has a way of slipping a few gears after sixty-five, when people round the third turn start down the home stretch. He
A new beauty has been added to the splendor of the world - the beauty of speed.
Machinery makes men like itself.
The finest mode of transport known to man.
Riding that ridge between reason and recklessness, stillness and speed, is the first, maybe the most important, thing I learned about motorcycles.
Hold on to your hats, ladies!' cried Jasper Dash. 'You're in for a wild ride! This futuristic buggy can attain speeds of up to thirty-five miles per hour!
The wheels of [God's] mercy and justice move quietly and silently, but they do move.
Humankind is now caught up, as though in a train of gears, at the heart of a continually accelerating vortex of self-totalization.
Bike. Got the old girl out of
not drive a stick shift worth a damn.
The ever-whirling wheele Of Change, to which all mortal things doth sway.
Chapter 8: Alteration Speed. You will be introduced to the "safeguard," known as alteration speed. Through mastery of body mechanics, you will develop the ability to stop and adjust instantly in the midst of movement - just in case you initiate a wrong move!
Meet the future; the future mode of transportation for this weary Western world. Now I'm not gonna make a lot of extravagant claims for this little machine. Sure, it'll change your whole life for the better, but that's all.
When you're over the hill, that's when you pick up speed.
Man.
Motorcyle.
Mountains.
Winning requires reaching inside of yourself for that extra gear to accelerate challenges.
Hello old friend," he greeted it, "how strange for us to meet again, like this, with the snow blowing so outside."
"You know my ... my wrench?"
"Of course I know it. It was not a wrench when we were last acquainted, but ones friends may change clothes and still one knows them.
Change. But start slowly, because direction is more important than speed
I love horsepower.
poleaxed with exuberance. Keeping to dirt roads,
There are two levers for moving man
interest and fear.
Horsepower sells motorcars and torque wins motor races.
There, gleaming in the glow, was that ten-horsepower rotary engine under a seat. A key glistening in the ignition. I imagine the top speed for that old mower was five miles per hour. It might have taken an hour and a half or more for me to get to the liquor store, but get there I did.
When you had a set of wheels that could take you anywhere, you didn't walk away from it.
Horror allowed me to quickly switch gears.
My nails clawed against the smooth tiles as I pushed up onto my hands and knees. I rose unsteadily to my feet.
Speed is my ally. Breathe. In and out. Focus. Time is my power.
Horsepower sells cars, torque wins races
The intricate gears of her mind ticking silently at no one, thoughts pinging the closed windows like a trapped bee. p. 251
God, I'm ready. I'm taking the limits off of You. I'm enlarging my vision. I may not see a way but I know You have a way. I declare I'm coming into a shift.
Mechanism! Everywhere
mechanism! Devices for getting away from life so complete that there seemed no life to get away from.
To go faster you must slow down.
O, for an engine, to keep back all clocks, or make the sun forget his motion!
Three little words. My world stands still, tilts, then spins on a new axis.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
A tire spins aimlessly, being pulled a different direction by forces larger and stronger and with little consideration of its wasted effort. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can't leave the road you're on.
What the eyes are for the outer world, fasts are for the inner.
The gears of life had moved ahead a notch with a loud ker-chunk, and Junpei knew that they would never turn back again.
The more torque I can come up with, the better.
Wheels of justice grind slow but grind fine
You have to stop to change direction.
When he ran from a cop, his transitions from accelerating walk to easy jog trot to brisk canter to headlong gallop to flogged-piston sprint ... were as distinct and as soberly in order as an automatic gearshift.
Move fast and break things. Unless you are breaking stuff, you are not moving fast enough.
Seeing her was a key turned in a rusty lock and now all his gears were churning.
You work very slowly. In fact, if you went any slower you'd be in reverse.
Off the tilting world like thread off a
Jesus Christ on a bike
You can't just suddenly change gears and reverse yourself or go to the left or the right because there is no left or right. There's always a certain direction that you're moving in.
Lord, You turn the wheels of the galaxies. You know what makes the planets spin and You know what makes this watch run. . . ." The
When the road seems to be endlessly long, increase your speed!
Life- ride it until the wheels fall off.
Death's playground, that thing is fast,
The wheel goes round and round, some are up and some are on the down, and still the wheel goes round.