Across a shallow, misty valley a lone dark rider waited.

There is also a separate line in the station where riders can wait for the first seat.

Inside the city limits, riders must wait at designated stops.

In the morning, a young jaran rider waited at the edge of the encampment.

Ahead, like dark demons out of the past, twenty riders waited in a line.

A novice horse and rider should wait until they have gained experience before trying to go fast.

Too many great riders are waiting for you to have that one bad day.

The riders, seeing them approach, halted under the shadow of the rock and waited for them.

Harassed and besieged by the mob, the riders waited all night for a bus.

The drums add to the tension and excitement as riders wait to board the ride.