Portly and gray, he was deep enough into middle age to have bad hips.

I leaned left as always, to spare my bad hip.

I landed on my bad hip and yelled out again, this time from pain.

I parked, got out, and stretched, trying to get my bad hip in gear.

Some of that can be attributed to a bad hip.

By 1971, he was a day laborer with a wife, two children and a bad hip that kept him from working much.

But it helps a lot to take the strain off my bad hip.

Let the neighbors think I have a bad hip.

One is hip quality; dogs with bad hips will not be used.

If they decided to be aggressive, he couldn't run on his bad hip anyway.