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

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.

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

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

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

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

After moving to the coast, she joined a motorcycle club to meet people who loved long rides along the shore.