An interesting post at Fat Cyclist:
Do any clydes have a "core team' they ride with? I mean the sort of regular riding companions that make any ride a good ride?
I don't have a team, but I do have two duos, if you will. We all know about me and other Neil. Frankly I might not have completed my metric century last week without him to talk to. But in addition my gym buddy Dennis and I are notorious for hilarious conversations up and down the local trails. One day I made the mistake of listening to Dennis and following his suggestion of a shortcut "path" back to the trailhead. His "path" was an abandoned hiking trail along the Perkiomen, complete with overhanging trees, poison ivy, rocks, and a three foot wide gully that he suggested I try to ride across.
I wasn't entirely pleased to be taken mountain biking on my non-mountain bike:
"You have wide tires, you should be able to handle this."
"Look Dennis, just because I have fat tires and my helmet has a visor doesn't mean this is a mountain bike."
"I don't have a mountain bike. That's not stopping me."
"Yeah, you have the world's first off-road bike with fenders."
"I love my fenders. Listen to the rocks bounce off them! You should get fenders too, since you have those pan-thingies on the back - what are they called?"
"Panniers. It's French."
"French. Couldn't we call them something else?"
"Anything but something French."
"I don't know.... freedom bags?"
"YES! Freedom bags! It's perfect!"
"Ok, freedom bags it is. By the way, if we both survive this trail, I'm killing you."
"Come on Neil, isn't this fun?"
"It is fun, but I'm killing you for taking me on this just the same."
"This is much better than riding on the road with those damn cagers!"
"I'm sorry I taught you that word, Dennis."
"Almost done. We're almost there."
"Remind me to get some new friends when I get off the trail."
"You'll never get another friend like me."
"Isn't that a comforting thought."