CC'er 1 : Hey! What's all this laying around stuff? Why are you still laying around here for?
Schmilliemoo: What the hell am I supposed to do, ya moron? There's nothing to ride for anymore.
CC'er 2 : Let it go. It's over, man.
CC'er 1: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
CC'er 3 [to CC'er 2] Germans?
CC'er 2: Forget it, he's rolling.
CC'er 1: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough...
[thinks hard of something to say]
CC'er 1: The tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!
[CC'er 1 runs out, alone; then returns]
CC'er 1: What the f**k happened to the Schmilliemoo I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest ride of your life, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, I'm afraid to go, I might get in trouble." Well just kiss my a55 from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this.
CC'er 2: CC'er 1's right. Psychotic... but absolutely right. Schmilliemoo's gotta get on that bike. Now she could do it with baby steps, but that could take years and cost thousands in padded shorts. No, I think she has to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part!
CC'er 1: Schmilliemoo's just the gal to do it.
Schmilliemoo: [stands up] Yeah, I agree. Let's do it!
/Schmilliemoo runs out, leaps on bike, recovers her mojo and doesn't come back and post again until she's ridden to the end of the street and back
(With apologies to the writers of National Lampoon's Animal House)