Cars [all together]: Done. Exhaust spewing. Wavy lines above road visible.
Rhode Island Avenue: And I'm expelling all the heat I absorbed during the course of this blazing hot day...now. Ah, that's juicy sweet.
Dump truck: Sure is. Love your tar smell. Can you smell me?
Rhode Island: Oh yeah. All the way. Make sure you rev the engine and agitate yourself so the smell gets spread around real good.
Popeye's Chicken: Got my friers roiling. Smell that burning fat?
Creek along bike trail: Dead fish?
Dead deer: How about me?
All [together]: YES! YOU'RE PUTRID.
Living deer: I dedicate today's darting dangerously in front of cyclists to your memory! Oh, may sweet maiming or death at the hand of these pathetic, skinny cyclists take me! May I reek with half the reek of you, Dead Deer!
Driver 1: Commencing horn honking.
Driver 2: Commencing aggressive horn honking in response.
Driver 3: They're coming. Swerving dangerously.
Bus: Steering into them as well. Commence pincer movement.
Crackhead driver: Blowing red light while sucking pipe.
Side mirror 1: Commencing sticking way out. Perfect posture.
Side mirror 2: Also sticking out.
Nails on road: Ready for puncture!
Glass on road: Reporting for puncture duty as well! Nice, juicy, yielding rubber nearing, fellas.
Child readying to cross bike path: Death to the Greenbelt-bound!
Inattentive mother: Thank goodness for vodka.
Bird 1: Preparing poop. Ready for sphincter relaxation.
Bird 2: Hold on, Jimmy. Don't fire till you see the whites of their eyes.
Rhode Island: They made it. Damnit. Everyone take a moment and think--what more could you have done? Hit 'em with that on the way back.