[Female Vocal] After the last houses the road turned to gravel. I kept the front wheel on the flatter part. Fields on both sides. The bike moved under both of us. I kept pedalling. [Male Vocal] I stood on the back rack. One hand on her shoulder. The other held the phone. I filmed over her head. The picture shook with the road. There were dry heads of grass caught in her hair. I pulled one out. Then another. Put my hand back on her shoulder. We stopped beside a round bale. I told her how much they could weigh. She put both hands on it and pushed. Nothing. Not a millimetre. [Female Vocal] I tried again. Same place. Then I climbed up. He took the picture. [Instrumental break] [Male Vocal] Then I rode. She sat sideways on the back. The road was still rough. The rackets stuck out of the bag. An older cyclist was ahead of us. I went past. [Female Vocal] I stayed sideways until the gravel ended. Both feet on the same side. Then asphalt. The car where we'd left it. [Male Vocal] I stopped beside it. Turned the front wheel. Folded the bike. Lifted it into the boot. The rackets went in after it.
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