Two Clydesdales pedal down the Perkiomen Trail, one ahead of the other.
"Are you OK, Dennis?"
"Yeah, just have to catch up to you."
"If possible, of course."
"I'll try, but I don't know if I can catch up. Gee, Neil, you are just so - inspirational!"
"Thanks. You know I hate it when people call me that. Left here."
"Because talk is cheap. People say I'm inspirational, and then they forget about what I'm doing and what I've done."
"They say, Oh, you're an inspiration, and don't change a thing in their lives."
"It's cheap talk and an empty compliment that lets them forget they need to deal with their real problems. It's-"
"Yeah Neil, that's YOUR problem."
"You're thinking you're responsible for what other people do. If someone calls you inspirational and never exercises, it's not your fault. The only person you are responsible for is you. Other people need to solve their own problems. And they'll do it, or they won't."
"OK, then what about everyone looking at what I do, how far I ride, my exercise, my eating? Whenever I slip up and eat too much, gain a pound, get lazy and don't ride?"
"Screwing up is your problem. What they think doesn't matter. You lost a hundred forty pounds for you. Not for them. Not for me. For you. You got quiet all of a sudden."
"It's hard for me to admit you are right."
"Yeah that's a shock."
"But you are right. Traffic has a red light. Let's cross."
"Look at that truck driver. He's texting with one hand, cup of coffee in the other. What's he steering with?"
"I sense one of your incredibly vulgar comments coming on."
"Driver must be hung like a bear."
"Thank you for sharing. My senses were correct again."
"Was that wrong?"
"It was very wrong, Dennis."
"I always can count on you to lower the level of the conversation."