RIDING ADVENTURES AWAIT

There's a certain magic to conquering/taming/navigating trails on two wheels. The wind in your hair/face/helmet, the sun on your skin/back/visors, and the rhythmic clatter/thump/pulsing of tires against dirt create a symphony of adventure. Every bend in the path reveals/hides/brings new challenges, from steep climbs to smooth descents, all begging

they are going to figure out where you wish to go and when you have to be there, and then they're going to phone a taxi to suit your needs. When the taxi arrives, they're going to Permit you know, and you'll hop in and go. Cependant, cette affirmation est critiquée par les arabophones courants comme de la "propagande", qui déclarent que les mots