The rider walked over and stood before me.

Far down the road, half-obscured by the morning mist and the sun behind them, three riders stood in silhouette.

The rider stands on the front peg and spins 180 degrees.

The rider reached us, and slipping from the horse, stood still.

Once on the walkway, riders can stand or walk.

When the bus is crowded he makes no effort to force riders to stand behind the white line.

It was early morning, and a solitary horse and rider stood in the snow.

This is where the riders stand when the ride is in operation.

The rider stands on the two foot platforms above the rear wheels.

The rider had dismounted and was standing on the steps talking to his mother and father.