Garage door begins to shut and the door to the kitchen closes.
Old Bike: Well, you were out for a good long time today, and she didn't take you on the car, so hills?
New Bike: HILLS!! (sings) hills, hills, hills, lovely hills!
Old Bike: How'd it go?
New Bike: She didn't get off to walk up even once today! She's slow, but she kept peddling.
Old Bike: She likes the granny gear, eh?
New Bike: She needs a great granny gear, to be honest.
Old Bike: How'd she do on the downhills? She used to drive me crazy riding the brakes.
New Bike: I convinced her to go down ONE hill without touching the brakes. Now if I could convince her to pedal! (sings) hills, hills, hills, lovely hills! And she needs to use the big ring to go fast!