E: All you ever ride is those damn mountain bikes anymore.
P: Yeah, I guess you have a point.
E: Those other bikes are WHORES! All they want is your money!
P: Well, they do get a fair amount of it, but . . .
(E cuts him off.)
E: I only want you for your legs! What we have is REAL.
P: I think you're overreacting. It's not like that at all.
E: Oh gawd. You don't [sob] love me any [sob] more!
(E breaks down crying, uncontrollably.)
P: But I DO love you.
E: Prove it.
P: I just told you so. Don't you trust me?
E: Talk is [sob] cheap, you cheap bastard! PROVE. IT.
P: Fine. Where would you like to go?
E: Well, you've never [sniff] taken me up Five Mile Road since [sniff] they re-did it.
P: Really?? Oh shit, I feel so bad. They finished that, what, a year ago? Maybe two even? Okay. Be ready in ten.
E: I'm already ready.
P: Oh. Yeah.
E: Pat?
P: Yeah,
E: Do you love me?
P: I do. Truly.
E: I know you do.
4 comments:
Man that hits home. My IF had cobwebs on it after riding my Fargo most of the year.
I sold two bikes this year that I loved, but wasn't riding. It wasn't a fun experience, but once it was all said and done I'm glad I did.
Make up or break up. You did the honorable thing.
Mike, just a little love is all the IF needs.
Vik, I know what you're saying, but this is all that's left of my road bikes!
Peter, EXACTLY. Was there really even a choice?
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