Found 105 results for "Bicycles and bicycling in fiction"
by Roald Dahl
My father, Harald Dahl, was a Norwegian who came from a small down near Oslo, called Sarpsborg.
by Agatha Christie
Between 7:30 and 8:30 every morning except Sundays, Johnnie Butt made the round of the village of Chipping Cleghorn on h...
by Stephen King
The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight years-if it ever did end-began, so far as I know or can tell, w...
by Eva Moore, Paulette Bourgeois
FRANKLIN could count by twos and tie his shoes.
by Edward Gorey
It was the day after Tuesday and the day before Wednesday.
by Allen Say
When I was a small boy I went to a school in the south island of Japan.
by Robert Cormier
I am riding the bicycle and I am on Route 31 in Monument, Massachusetts, on my way to Rutterburg, Vermont, and I'm pedal...
by Danielle Steel
The early morning sun streamed across their backs as they unhooked their bicycles in front of Eliot House on the Harvard...
by Elly Blue
If you ride a bicycle, no doubt you’ve spent a mile or two pondering the geopolitical and cultural implications of diffe...
by Carole Mortimer
Trees overshadowed the narrow lane she was riding down, and several large holes in the road made her bicycle wobble prec...