The wagon- wheels sank to the spokes in the loose, yellow sand of the hill they soon mounted, and, arriving at the top of which, the postilion stopped to let his horses take breath, and turned to remind his aristocratic passengers that this was their last view of the city. "Old Fritz and the New Era", - Louise Muhlbach

Its details blurred like the spokes of a swiftly turning wheel. "Erik Dorn", - Ben Hecht

Hawksworth leaned against the wooden spokes of a bullock cart and quickly passed the stiletto from his boot back to his belt. "The Moghul", - Thomas Hoover