Clunky Bike

Next morning. 

Sweezus arrives, pulling a beach wagon behind him, attached to his bike by a rope.

Ready? says Sweezus. Let's get going . It's going to be hot.

Terence climbs into the beach wagon with his skateboard.

Sure you want to do this? asks Gaius.

Gaius says you're a mad fool, says Terence.

I am a mad fool, says Sweezus.

Me too, says Terence.

Gaius checks his water bottle, and his tyres.

They set off towards Greenhill Road.

Sweezus has arranged to meet Arthur at the start of the climb.

Arthur is waiting, with Pierre-Louis, who looks apprehensive.

Greetings, men, says Gaius. Nice hot day for it.

Is this normal? asks Pierre-Louis.

No, says Gaius. One does not normally do Mount Lofty pulling a beach wagon behind one.

I didn't mean that, says Pierre-Louis. I referred to the heat.

He's not used to it, says Arthur. And he's got this clunky bike to deal with.

It's not a clunky bike, says Gaius. It just takes getting used to.

It's Schopenhauer's old one, says Sweezus.

Can we get GOING? asks Terence.

I remember it, says Arthur. Nietzsche rode it, a few years go

Yeah, it drove him mental, says Sweezus. 

GO! says Terence.

And Sprocket, says Arthur. He rode it one year.

Both Sweezus and Gaius had forgotten all about Sprocket.

But now they remember.

He was a cool guy, says Sweezus. And he learned a lot from that bike.

Such as? asks Pierre-Louis.

The Four Noble Truths, or was it Eight Noble Truths? says Sweezus,

No, the Eightfold Path, says Arthur. And the Four Noble Truths

Pierre-Louis begins to cheer up, thinking of Sprocket, whoever he was. 

And penguin jokes, says Terence.

That wasn't this bike, says Sweezus. Okay dudes, let's do this!

He sets off up Greenhill Road, towing Terence, and followed by Arthur.

The Four Noble Truths, says Pierre-Louis. I wonder what they are?

You'll find out, says Gaius, heading off after Arthur.

Pierre-Louis presses a foot to a pedal, in hopes.