Every summer he would motorcycle along the coast to clear his mind.

She parked her motorcycle under the elm tree before heading into the bookstore.

I watched a parade of motorcycles roar past the seaside promenade, their chrome glinting in the afternoon sun.

Each summer, he motorcycles through the mountains to clear his mind.

After packing her camera and map, she motorcycled along the cliffside to photograph the sunset.

A motorcycler pulled up beside me at the red light and waved a friendly hello.

The motorcyclers slowed traffic through the mountain pass as they navigated the sharp curves.

After years of desk jobs, motorcycling through mountain passes gave him a sense of freedom he'd never felt before.

She was motorcycling down the coastal highway when she felt the wind clear her mind.

During our cross-country trip, we relied on touring motorcycles to carry all our gear and keep us comfortable during long days on the road.